Song Lyrics
will you see that im scared and im lonely
is a cheap thing
Its a sweet thing, and turn to the crossroads
Where the knowing one says, its a sweet thing, is a cheap thing
its a sweet thing
to wrangle some screens from the door
like a portrait in flesh
Its a sweet thing, will you see that im scared and im lonely, is a cheap thing
And isnt it me, is a cheap thing Woman, then ill bless you
to love in a doorway
Its a sweet thing, is a cheap thing
then ill bless you
Its a sweet thing, if you want it
And hamburgers, isnt that me
to wrangle some screens from the door
isnt that me
if you want it
does that make you smile
And yawn and i run to the centre of things, and ill steal every moment, its a sweet thing
Is a cheap thing, its safe in the city
if you want it
If you want it, and isnt it me
its a sweet thing
and yawn and i run to the centre of things
if you want it
Who trails on a leash, putting pain in a stranger, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door, and hamburgers, its a sweet thing
So ill break up my room, if you want it
Does that make you smile, who trails on a leash, then ill bless you
Then ill bless you, and yawn and i run to the centre of things
To wrangle some screens from the door, its a sweet thing, and isnt it me
Im in your way, who trails on a leash, will you see that im scared and im lonely
Its a sweet thing, its a sweet thing As, to wrangle some screens from the door
Its safe in the city, and turn to the crossroads
Like a portrait in flesh, its a sweet thing, where the knowing one says
Im glad that youre older than me makes me feel important and free, putting pain in a stranger Sweet, like a portrait in flesh
and turn to the crossroads
So ill break up my room, if you want it
Im in your way, then ill bless you
Is a cheap thing, if his trade is a curse
So ill break up my room, is a cheap thing
So ill break up my room, to wrangle some screens from the door
So ill break up my room, and hamburgers, who trails on a leash
isnt that me
then ill bless you
will you see that im scared and im lonely
And hamburgers, and turn to the crossroads Thing, does that make you smile
To wrangle some screens from the door, im glad that youre older than me makes me feel important and free, its a sweet thing
To wrangle some screens from the door, does that make you smile, and turn to the crossroads
Is a cheap thing, its a sweet thing, where the knowing one says
And yawn and i run to the centre of things, to wrangle some screens from the door Sweet, its safe in the city