She used to say about love,
That it should come from above
And it should come from below
She used to say my love
"Wear the lips of a saint
and the hips of a whore,"
and when we'd walk along the street she'd say
If it rains now, I hope to God it pours
and with her beautiful ideas,
She'd cut me in half, clean this broad sword.. and now i~
I just cant seem to get out of bed anymore, yeah
and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
and now I
I just cant seem to get out of bed anymore
She used to say that magic was the edge
and science and God
They were the sides of a copper penny piece
Yeah and its far better to keep it spinning and spinning and spinning
than for one side to fall and to freeze
Oh and when we'd walk along the pier
Well she'd point out the waves and say under there
That's where we go when we're asleep
you know once she let it slip
that I was the best of the beautiful ideas
and now I
I just cant seem to get out of bed anymore, yeah
and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
and now I
I just cant seem to get out of bed anymore
She used to say
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
"Let's get naked and get under the sheets"
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore, yeah
and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
and now I
I just can't seem to get out of bed anymore, yeah