Dorothy ~ Gun In My Hand Why did love put a knife in my heart?
Why did love open up my scars?
Why did love put a knife in my heart?
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
Feel a body floating all around me
I turn around, but you are not there
Though I fail to ignore this resignation
You're standing there
Every day, about five in the evening
I think of all that went wrong
We were once so happy together
But not for long
Now people say
What drugs did you take
And why don't you start taking them again?
But they're not my friends
And if I was dead
What difference would it ever make to them
If I got high?
Not for the lyrics... for the video.
Come on D... come knock down **my** pillowfort... I'll build us a snow fort. It'll be awesome. I'll sit my frozen tush in the snow and I'll hold your hands to keep warm. Let me be the umbrella... please. I love you. Come home. Please.
The people need an answer so invent a God to say what life is for
Fabrication
We keep sacred the idols we created in the image of a whore
And masturbated
I live in a place
Where the light shines on my face
And if I had to move
I would have to face the gloom and doom of nine months in the darkness
Windy chill factors with nothing in the sky
And then my mind would be as grey as daytime
Dissolving into early night