Texty: Lisa Hannigan. Other. Teeth.

Waking up today it was cold out there's something I should say but I can't get my head around the bends in your brain and your elaborate pain makes me tired

as an old balloon I hold my breath like a penance paid too soon with too much eagerness to know what is true when air is changed by you it makes it hard

i don't know where it comes from where to go when the rains come when the rain..

Put me back in the bottle where the sea meets the sun when the bones and their rattle don't mean anything to no-one I had a swing when my salt was my own I'd my teeth bared for battle til love lost made me dull