Post by r a i n e on Jan 24, 2004 23:35:46 GMT -5
It's a good year for a murder
She's prayin' to Jesus
She's pullin' the trigger...
There's no tears
'Cause he's not here.
She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner.
Soon they'll be coming
to rush her away.
No one's so sure if her crime had a reason.
The reasons, like seasons, they constantly change.
And the seasons of last year, like reasons, have floated
away.
Away with this spilt milk.
Away with this dirty dish water.
Away.
17 years and all that he gave was a daughter.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And it's over, but just started.
The blood stains the carpet,
Her heart like a crystal.
She's lucid and departed.
A life left behind, she can't find in her mind
Gone away.
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburbia
Shakedown, away.
You marry your role
and you give up your soul 'til you breakdown.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
But what do you say we go for a ride?
What do you say we get high?
But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
I am a butterfly.
I am a butterfly.
I am a butterfly.
Something Corporate's "me and the moon". A song I've claimed as Raine's.
She's prayin' to Jesus
She's pullin' the trigger...
There's no tears
'Cause he's not here.
She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner.
Soon they'll be coming
to rush her away.
No one's so sure if her crime had a reason.
The reasons, like seasons, they constantly change.
And the seasons of last year, like reasons, have floated
away.
Away with this spilt milk.
Away with this dirty dish water.
Away.
17 years and all that he gave was a daughter.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And it's over, but just started.
The blood stains the carpet,
Her heart like a crystal.
She's lucid and departed.
A life left behind, she can't find in her mind
Gone away.
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburbia
Shakedown, away.
You marry your role
and you give up your soul 'til you breakdown.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
But what do you say we go for a ride?
What do you say we get high?
But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night.
"It's me and the moon," she says.
And I've got no trouble with that.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.
I am a butterfly.
I am a butterfly.
I am a butterfly.
Something Corporate's "me and the moon". A song I've claimed as Raine's.