Texty:
Tv On The Radio

Cross the street from your storefront cemetery Hear me hailing from inside and realize I'm I am the conscience clear in pain or ecstasy We were all weaned

All your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down Oh, all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down She's just like

Oh, simple girl Oh, foolish man Trying to bend these lovers rules Into a simple plan Oh, aching bones Oh, sleepless bed They toss and turn, and roll

show off my soft shoe Maybe teach 'em a boogaloo Busy playing the whore Oh, loiterers united, indivisible by shame Hungry for those diamonds Served on

s killing your mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it's obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on

would see They don?t know that we could be down where your cradle escaped the sea And your raven haired mama caught told you so We're hanging on the

In the dark of the night I found Without my love, my love, these words are not a bit profound, if it's just another cheap line flung. Outside ecstatic

To arrive ahead of its time Is the fate of the fish washed up on shore Do you know that it just won't feel right? 'Til we're swallowed up by the tide

you feel like you are all by yourself So when the chance comes along where you could help out a wrong The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf But