Take me down to the Elgin tracks and bring the crow reserve
I’ll bring lots of tiny bags to calm and jolt our nerves
I’m the one who’s dying and you’re playing along
I’m down in the basement jamming Wrong

Two lips, two lungs and one tongue, all of them for you
Somewhere in a kitchen he’s cooking dinner for two
I hope that he’s listening to you talk about your day
Your plans to save and find a better place and move away

I woke up this morning with blood caked on my nose
I woke up this morning without no kind of home
I woke up this morning dreaming of where dead roses go
And how I love you so