fall down the stairs
it's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
it's the only poison that I like
I'm throwing rocks at broken windows
picking locks with footprints from the snow
and I don't believe you live in a library (that sails the sea)
sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)
my little bird flew away from me
she made her home in a poor country
you're breaking branches on your way down
just some one new to throw your arms around
the next time I wake up, I want to be
in a rabbit hole to the sound of you (making coffee)
with the warm, salty sea
its waves crashing over me
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
now it won't shine for anyone
it's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
it's the only poison that I like
I'm throwing rocks at broken windows
picking locks with footprints from the snow
and I don't believe you live in a library (that sails the sea)
sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)
my little bird flew away from me
she made her home in a poor country
you're breaking branches on your way down
just some one new to throw your arms around
the next time I wake up, I want to be
in a rabbit hole to the sound of you (making coffee)
with the warm, salty sea
its waves crashing over me
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
look what you've done
you punched a hole in the sun
now it won't shine for anyone