India Lyrics - Goastt Stories - The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger

swear by the stolen word of the mockingbird. 

the turning of her shoulder, so cold that it burns. 

india — does anybody know your real name? 

it's such a waste, 

your pretty face. 

moth-eaten sweaters and [...unknown....]. 

she's got a mean streak, so you'll never forget hers. 

india — does anybody know your real name? 

it's such a waste, 

your pretty face. 

always kiss on the first date. 

small waist, pastel [...unknown...]. 

use your mother's makeup to cover up that bruise. 

you made some summer money posing in the nude. 

india — does anybody know your real name? 

it's such a waste, 

your pretty face. 

cold case, spinning in the rain. 

no pain, only dreams remain.