skies Finger feelings fingers feeling fine Just might change this life of mine And I'm up on inspiration drive If you could see what I've seen Patchwork
Fall down, marigold Fall sounds of rain, why can't I go? Why can't I go? These days when spokes wound Baseball cards tear hear them roar And faster still
I know it's wrong I know it's selfish You've such a short life You've so little time You know this pattern Patchwork of any direction Cobbled together
(tindersticks cover) Well I know it's wrong And I know it's selfish It's such a short life There's so little time You see this pattern A patchwork without
They're even stronger when I close my eyes How to forget and how to erase all the wicked scenes in here How to make them disappear and burn this patchwork
That scent says more in memory. Do I dare disturb universe, tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology
I never knew you But then who really did? If you were at all like me You managed to keep yourself hid A patchwork quilt of a life Memories embroidered
Well I know it's wrong And I know it's selfish It's such a short life There's so little time You see this pattern A patchwork without any direction
patchwork Fighting over and over patchwork Envying the others by counting on your fingers Desiring limelight patchwork Replacement skin's peels off patchwork
Everyone forgot about little Kharrrrarrah Sitting alone, in a silver tiara A good little boy looked just like his father Running with scissors and tearing
You are the one I love, and the one I hate I tried to tell you but now it's too late And as I walk alone the skies turn gray I'm dying to tell you coz
Lay her down, line her up All she's taken, all she took All she sees in all she needs Is this popsickle pill, pink aniseed Pink aniseed Why do you feed
We move like cagey tigers We couldn't get closer than this The way we walk The way we talk The way we stalk The way we kiss We slip through the streets
I'm just a girl don't want to be a lady But all I want to do is be really lazy I sit around I'm catching flies Porn on TV my only prize I don't want
I know it?s wrong I know it?s selfish It?s such a short life With so little time You know this pattern Patchwork of any direction Cobbled together In
her skies Finger feelings fingers feeling fine Just might change this life of mine And I'm up on inspiration drive If you could see what I've seen Patchwork