Buried Beds - Breadcrumb Trail lyrics

She's been breaking pencil points
And dropping all her coins falling apart

He can't find the man he was
He's looked in all his drawers
But all he finds

Are hearts filed under "B" for broke
Photographs and treasure maps
Where 'X' belongs to her
And I think he'll try
To cut off his legs so he can fly

We don't know if we belong
If mother taught us wrong oh, how she tried

We we built a house of hay
And now it's blown away we're all alone

With hearts filed under "B" for broke
Photographs and treasurе maps
Where 'X' belongs to hеr
And I think he'll try
To cut off his legs so he can fly by, by, by

We can't find our way
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can't find our way
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can't find our way
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can't find our way
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
We can't find our way
(I've got a ticket to bring us home)
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us
(And I've got a ticket to bring us home)
We can't find our way
Our breadcrumb trail is all that's left of us

I i hide behind a man
He moves my mouth and hand