Lyrics to empty occasions/i need you/bullet wound blues
I cannot believe
what's written on your sleeve
more than i can say
you've taken holiday
empty sunken cheeks
no color anymore
i count the many times that you have left before.
12&3 it's easier everytime
but how much time will pass
before our love turns to a crime.
empty occasions
we still can drain the glass
only fools will say.
that we ain't we ain't got no class.
just like clockwork
when reality grows absurd
and the pain inside
grows too heavy for words.
you'll just get angry and i'll wonder
what went wrong
you will walk away
and i will just move on
i need you like a mountain needs a man
like the rocks all need the sand
like a girl without a ring on her wedding day so sad.
i need you.
i need you
like a river needs a spring
that flows slowly out to sea
and a man that can't admit
to what he never could see.
i need you.
i need you.
i don't want to die in an empty room
i don't want to live floating a broom
don't want to get lost in the supermarket
no i don't want to die just yet
i dont want to exist in a cubicle
i just want to paint upon the wall
the words that never make sense
to anyone at all.
what's written on your sleeve
more than i can say
you've taken holiday
empty sunken cheeks
no color anymore
i count the many times that you have left before.
12&3 it's easier everytime
but how much time will pass
before our love turns to a crime.
empty occasions
we still can drain the glass
only fools will say.
that we ain't we ain't got no class.
just like clockwork
when reality grows absurd
and the pain inside
grows too heavy for words.
you'll just get angry and i'll wonder
what went wrong
you will walk away
and i will just move on
i need you like a mountain needs a man
like the rocks all need the sand
like a girl without a ring on her wedding day so sad.
i need you.
i need you
like a river needs a spring
that flows slowly out to sea
and a man that can't admit
to what he never could see.
i need you.
i need you.
i don't want to die in an empty room
i don't want to live floating a broom
don't want to get lost in the supermarket
no i don't want to die just yet
i dont want to exist in a cubicle
i just want to paint upon the wall
the words that never make sense
to anyone at all.
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