You lay on your back
Let the weight of the world rest
It's static
So are your pictures with tired eyes
Your eyes happy, sad, lovely, exhausted
Makes me wanna swallow all that causes you pain
And cook for everything that makes them happy
You lay on your back
Let the weight of the world rest
It's static
So are your pictures with tired eyes
Your eyes happy, sad, lovely, exhausted
Makes me wanna swallow all that causes you pain
And cook for everything that makes them happy