[00:01.84]Even in an evening gown, you always got your sleeves rolled
[00:12.28]all the way down
[00:14.98]
[00:15.86]Messages you wrote were to be read alone
[00:21.22]
[00:22.85]a laundry list in a clenched fist never meant to be shown
[00:28.33]
[00:29.64]Can you read my mind?
[00:31.69]
[00:32.75]then how was my day today
[00:35.98]
[00:37.22]ask the river to devine, what does the river say?
[00:42.82]
[00:43.82]Flash of bone, like a lightening strike
[00:49.25]
[00:50.12]Ran down the line, shot up your spine like a shorted out mic
[00:55.97]
[00:57.28]Swallow the sky
[01:00.19]Swallow the sea
[01:03.47]Number one with a bullet, no you can't catch me
[01:09.20]
[01:10.51]Swallow your pride
[01:13.81]Just follow me
[01:16.04]
[01:16.79]Tied down inside where the nightmare's hide
[01:21.92]Let the poor girl be
[01:24.98]
[01:25.67]All the while that winning smile
[01:31.48]
[01:32.16]Pale and still draining
[01:35.07]snow white's out black fire
[01:38.36]underneath your sweater ten fingers all red
[01:44.99]
[01:45.74]i bequeath this gold map of the stars to the living dead
[01:51.22]
[01:52.28]A little song bird singing
[01:55.53]Inside my head
[01:58.82]Smack down on the sofa
[02:01.34]
[02:02.09]Breakfast in bed
[02:04.47]
[02:05.78]Swallow the sky
[02:08.81]Swallow the sea
[02:12.11]Number one with a bullet, no you can't kill me
[02:17.80]
[02:19.05]Swallow your pride
[02:22.26]Just follow me
[02:26.05]
[02:30.30]Let the poor girl be

Even in an evening gown, you always got your sleeves rolled
all the way down
Messages you wrote were to be read alone
a laundry list in a clenched fist never meant to be shown
Can you read my mind?
then how was my day today
ask the river to devine, what does the river say?
Flash of bone, like a lightening strike
Ran down the line, shot up your spine like a shorted out mic
Swallow the sky
Swallow the sea
Number one with a bullet, no you can't catch me
Swallow your pride
Just follow me
Tied down inside where the nightmare's hide
Let the poor girl be
All the while that winning smile
Pale and still draining
snow white's out black fire
underneath your sweater ten fingers all red
i bequeath this gold map of the stars to the living dead
A little song bird singing
Inside my head
Smack down on the sofa
Breakfast in bed
Swallow the sky
Swallow the sea
Number one with a bullet, no you can't kill me
Swallow your pride
Just follow me
Let the poor girl be