Tekster: The Good Life. Night And Day.

i know a girl
with cuts on her legs
i think that she hates
the way she was made
but we never spoke of why they were there
i just squeezed them & kissed them til we both felt a bit better

and now i've returned
to the town where she dwells
that small, lonely cabin her grandfather built
suppose that's where she's imprisoned herself
to write all those words she's too scared to tell
those sad, short stories of a girl curled up in her shell.

night & day she tends to the bar
she pours the drinks, they pour out their hearts
all that sorrow & alcohol weighs hard on her thoughts so she writes them down, she loves them all.

and then we'd make love
she'd stare in my eyes
i swore we had met a thousand times, thousands of lives, thousands of nights
she'd written of it a thousand lines.

night & day she tends the bar
she pours me a drink for my parched heart
all my sorrow's in alcohol
she holds up the cup to my cracked lips for a kiss.



(Thanks to nic for these lyrics)