VI: Don't Let Love Bog You Down Songtext
von Rent Strike
VI: Don't Let Love Bog You Down Songtext
Come on Lady, lay with me
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we′ll be
Your eyes are like an amber dream
Your hair the color of honey
And your skin tastes salty like you
Just evolved and crawled on outta the sea
Come with me and waste away
We'll pick each other′s resting place
Darling it's okay
Don't be ashamed, don′t be afraid!
They say even God does it
He′s been sleeping since that break on the seventh day
And I've heard the worms inside your chest
Breathing down beneath your breast
And when you speak
You speak of death
So come on file down your teeth
We′ll have no need for them if we never eat
Same day, rinse repeat
Never ending fever dream
No I'm not exactly healthy
But I hesitate to call this a disease
So Darling dear make up your mind
I know it′s such a drag sometimes, and it's fine
Open, open wide
We′ll sink together in the rising tide
No more worries, no more lies
Just drifting back to the black and brackish brine
And I've seen the candle that you light
Like a little specter in the night
I'll follow you
It′ll be alright
So come on Lady, lay with me
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we will be
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we′ll be
Your eyes are like an amber dream
Your hair the color of honey
And your skin tastes salty like you
Just evolved and crawled on outta the sea
Come with me and waste away
We'll pick each other′s resting place
Darling it's okay
Don't be ashamed, don′t be afraid!
They say even God does it
He′s been sleeping since that break on the seventh day
And I've heard the worms inside your chest
Breathing down beneath your breast
And when you speak
You speak of death
So come on file down your teeth
We′ll have no need for them if we never eat
Same day, rinse repeat
Never ending fever dream
No I'm not exactly healthy
But I hesitate to call this a disease
So Darling dear make up your mind
I know it′s such a drag sometimes, and it's fine
Open, open wide
We′ll sink together in the rising tide
No more worries, no more lies
Just drifting back to the black and brackish brine
And I've seen the candle that you light
Like a little specter in the night
I'll follow you
It′ll be alright
So come on Lady, lay with me
In the shade of the weeping willow trees, we will be
Writer(s): John Cichy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com