I'm a book on a shelf. Collecting dust all by myself,. But I carry all the words you wrote.. Oh, my spine may be bent,. My binding may be spent,. But there ain't nothin' 'bout you I don't know..
The words I speak are wildfires and weeds. They spread like some awful damn disease. I swear I didn't mean what I said. I swear I didn't mean it. . Now listen close.
My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories,. Discarded remnants of former times,. Now half a skeleton is slapping its knees,. Laughing at the holes it left behind..
You'd be so nice to come home to. You'd be so nice by the fire. While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby. You'd be all my heart could desire. . Under stars chilled by the winter.
[Verse 1]. If it feels good, sounds good, then it is good, real good. If it looks tight, tastes nice, then it's alright, I want it all night. . [Pre-Chorus].