Tytuł: Fire Door

• Wykonawca: Ani Difranco
• Wyświetleń: 496

I opened the fire door
  to four lips
  none of which were mine
  kissing
  tightened my belt around my hips
  where your hands were missing
  and stepped out into the cold
  collar high
  under the slate grey sky
  the air was smoking and the streets were dry
  and I wasn't joking when I said
  Good Bye
  magazine quality men talking on the corner
  French, no less much less of them then us
  so why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
  you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
  killed a cockroach so big
  it left a puddle of pus on the wall
  when you and I are lying in bed
  you don't seem so tall
  I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
  and my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired
  I make such a good statistic
  someone should study me now
  somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
  just 'cause I'm here
  and I'm real
  oh, how I miss
  substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
  and oh, how I miss
  walking up to the edge and jumping in
  like I could feel the future on your skin
  I opened the fire door
  to four lips
  none of which were mine
  kissing
  
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