Skittish - Catch Your Death lyrics
[Skittish - Catch Your Death lyrics]
Leave a note? Why even bother?
She'll worry more the more she knows
So she spoke in 'was' and 'once were's
Her coping mechanisms show
The cold embrace of the inevitable
She turns away
In the meanwhile you taste the drip
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
Thе walking wounded blends in on the street
You'll catch your dеath
You keep living like this
You clearly care none for yourself
Just please, don't leave me here alone
Cause, I know plenty of dead folk
Yet to do the courtesy
Of holding funeral ceremonies
The living dead
In the meanwhile she wears black
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
The walking wounded tumbles from his feet
You'll catch your death
You keep living like this
Shot goes bang, orangutan drops dead
Monkey with a gun and a two gram habit
A middle class ape just wants to be a man
Crimson blooms across a white tissue
Meeting down Cedar in a seedy bathroom
No, no, no we can't do that again
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
The walking wounded rises to his feet
In the evening
Be careful in casting out your demons
Lest you cast out the best thing in you
She'll worry more the more she knows
So she spoke in 'was' and 'once were's
Her coping mechanisms show
The cold embrace of the inevitable
She turns away
In the meanwhile you taste the drip
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
Thе walking wounded blends in on the street
You'll catch your dеath
You keep living like this
You clearly care none for yourself
Just please, don't leave me here alone
Cause, I know plenty of dead folk
Yet to do the courtesy
Of holding funeral ceremonies
The living dead
In the meanwhile she wears black
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
The walking wounded tumbles from his feet
You'll catch your death
You keep living like this
Shot goes bang, orangutan drops dead
Monkey with a gun and a two gram habit
A middle class ape just wants to be a man
Crimson blooms across a white tissue
Meeting down Cedar in a seedy bathroom
No, no, no we can't do that again
When everyday is like the same day
And every night is just a dream
On all those really, really dim days
The walking wounded rises to his feet
In the evening
Be careful in casting out your demons
Lest you cast out the best thing in you