The leaves on the table are all turning grey. The first time she saw you, she hoped you were gay. It's hard to recover when you're the disease. But I'm ready, I swear it, I'm walking around in these.
i'm on a raining twilight coast. sending out postcards to the one i love. and the rain falls, up from the ground. no one sees it, 'cos there's no one around.
The leaves on the table are all turning gray. The first time she saw you she hoped you were gay. It's hard to recover when you're the disease. But I'm ready I swear it, I'm walking around in these.