Your eyes girl
Are pretty with the rain of unemployment
We pass the time
Rub my fingers cross the open of your teeth
And I could try to change your mind
Among the ceiling fan monotony
These hands are tied to twist and bind
You smiled then
Folded every page you wish you could have written
And I could try to change your mind
Among the ceiling fan monotony
These hands are tied to twist and bind
Its the hollow that holds the honey
Breathe, somebody wants you gone
Somebody wants you, breathe
Somebody wants you gone
But somebody wants you
But somebody wants you
But somebody wants you
Its the hollow that holds the honey
But somebody wants you
Its the hollow that holds the honey
But somebody wants you