Song Lyrics
To warm it up so it won t ache as much, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
And it s not your fault but it s all your fault, under my bed, left there for dead though you re not yet
under the stove
replacing mine with yours is all it d take
but they re still here and they won t go i hear them ache i feel them roll
The window curtains fade slow like the day, under the stove
buried them deep buried them low
under my chair
under my chair
Under my bed, but it s still your fault you keep drinking there
Left there for dead though you re not yet, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
under my bed
I thought i had long time ago, and it s not your fault it s a poison well, i hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away
Buried them deep buried them low, crying for what they have been shown
i thought i had long time ago
And it s not your fault it s a poison well, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
someday they ll find your eyes
Someday they ll find your eyes, and it s not your fault it s a poison well Thornley, and it s not your fault but it s all your fault
Left there for dead though you re not yet, under the stove
But they re still here and they won t go i hear them ache i feel them roll, but they re still here and they won t go i hear them ache i feel them roll, the window curtains fade slow like the day
To warm it up so it won t ache as much, someday they ll find your bones Bones, i thought i had long time ago
And it s not your fault it s a poison well, and it s not your fault but it s still your fault
Buried them deep buried them low, crying for what they have been shown Beth, someday they ll find your heart
I hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away, someday they ll find your bones Beth, someday they ll find your bones
And it s not your fault but it s still your fault, i take what s left of you now and again
But it s still your fault you keep drinking there, but they re still here and they won t go i hear them ache i feel them roll
But it s still your fault you keep drinking there, someday they ll find your eyes
And it s not your fault it s a poison well, the window curtains fade slow like the day Beth, replacing mine with yours is all it d take
And it s not your fault it s a poison well, but they re still here and they won t go i hear them ache i feel them roll
someday they ll find your bones
I thought i had long time ago, crying for what they have been shown, left there for dead though you re not yet
Under the stove, under the stove, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
But it s still your fault you keep drinking there, someday they ll find your bones
Left there for dead though you re not yet, i hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away Thornley, someday they ll find your heart
Under my chair, someday they ll find your eyes
And hold you like i wish you d held me then, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
left there for dead though you re not yet
someday they ll find your bones
But it s still your fault you keep drinking there, and it s not your fault it s a poison well Bones, under my chair
Someday they ll find your heart, i hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away, but it s still your fault you keep drinking there
someday they ll find your eyes
i thought i had long time ago
Someday they ll find your bones, under the stove, i hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away
but it s still your fault you keep drinking there
someday they ll find your bones
I hope you ll stay i hope you ll go away, but it s still your fault you keep drinking there
Under the stove, i thought i had long time ago
Someday they ll find your heart, under my chair
And it s not your fault it s a poison well, i take what s left of you now and again
i thought i had long time ago
but it s still your fault you keep drinking there
But it s still your fault you keep drinking there, i thought i had long time ago
Under my bed, replacing mine with yours is all it d take Thornley, to warm it up so it won t ache as much
To warm it up so it won t ache as much, and it s not your fault it s a poison well
crying for what they have been shown
Someday they ll find your bones, crying for what they have been shown Bones, the window curtains fade slow like the day
and it s not your fault it s a poison well
crying for what they have been shown
The window curtains fade slow like the day, and hold you like i wish you d held me then