Funeral Blues, Nicole Dollanganger - Golden Ring lyrics
[Funeral Blues, Nicole Dollanganger - Golden Ring lyrics]
If we miss it by a minute we go back to sleep
We wear our sheets around our shoulders
And our waists like we’re romans
I guess i need to make money
For this hole-in-the-world where you love me
I trim the leaves on the kitchen plant
If you tried i know you could grow em back
With the remote or your cigarettes
The nails that we built this world with
Sometimes the wine takes a sec to sink in
The things you say in bed
Sound just like hymns
Your tennis skirt and games of chess
The nails that we built this world with
It disappears when the neighbours come over
Goes in the walls where they can’t find it
We only study on the hour
In a world for us only