Cassino - Corvette lyrics
[Cassino - Corvette lyrics]
My only child's a mute cartoon
Living in a castle on the side of the moon
Her mother is a machine made to cool
Chest made of steel, heart like a balloon
She's got a job in a
Black and white photograph
I gave her all my color, now I want it back
I've grown wild with eyes so red
Chained in the woods in the back of her head
We built a house where the clocks forget
And times running fast from the mess it met
I took a job putting color on corvettes
I see them everywhere, and now I want it back
All my money's made of clay
Sleeping on the floor it often breaks
And in my pockets, it will stay
Until my legs buckle under the weights
I know a million different ways
To put the water in this empty vase
My church has a single saint
With a poltergeist set to take her place
I celebrate while you change your shape
While a soaring lie sets the dinner plates
She said "I love you
But I never had the weight
To hold your troubled mind
In it's proper place"
And my baby's made of clay
When I sleep with her, she often breaks
She'll live a piece here everyday
Until my bed buckles under the weight
I know a million different ways
To get the water from this empty vase
Living in a castle on the side of the moon
Her mother is a machine made to cool
Chest made of steel, heart like a balloon
She's got a job in a
Black and white photograph
I gave her all my color, now I want it back
I've grown wild with eyes so red
Chained in the woods in the back of her head
We built a house where the clocks forget
And times running fast from the mess it met
I took a job putting color on corvettes
I see them everywhere, and now I want it back
All my money's made of clay
Sleeping on the floor it often breaks
And in my pockets, it will stay
Until my legs buckle under the weights
I know a million different ways
To put the water in this empty vase
My church has a single saint
With a poltergeist set to take her place
I celebrate while you change your shape
While a soaring lie sets the dinner plates
She said "I love you
But I never had the weight
To hold your troubled mind
In it's proper place"
And my baby's made of clay
When I sleep with her, she often breaks
She'll live a piece here everyday
Until my bed buckles under the weight
I know a million different ways
To get the water from this empty vase