every single night
i endure the flight
of little wings of white-flamed
butterflies in my brain
these ideas of mine
percolate the mind
trickle down the spine
swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
thats when the pain comes in
like a second skeleton
trying to fit beneath the skin
i cant fit the feelings in
every single nights alight with my brain
whatd i say to her
whyd i say it to her
what does she think of me
that im not what i ought to be
that im what i try not to be
its got to be somebody elses fault
i cant get caught
if what i am is what i am, cause i does what i does
then brother, get back, cause my breasts gonna bust open
the rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and
i just made a meal for us both to choke on
every single nights a fight with my brain
i just want to feel everything
so im gonna try to be still now
gonna renounce the mill a little while and
if we had a double-king-sized bed
we could move in it and id soon forget
that what i am is what i am cause i does what i does
and maybe id relax, let my breast shot bust open
my hearts made of parts of all that surround me
and thats why the devil just cant get around me
every single nights alright, every single nights a fight
and every single fights alright with my brain
i just want to feel everything
i just want to feel everything
i just want to feel everything
i just want to feel everything
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