Letra de Misericorde

She said sing me a sad song
Something relatable and helpful, that I can move on from
She’s my sleeping sickness, got me strung up like the Brooklyn Bridge
(my bones) like dynamite sticks and I am critically unstable
My body’s radium sick
She must be radioactive
Hers are page turning lips
And I’m just a passage that won’t be turned away
Wrote no poet, ever, 'if I’m under the weather then you better be the rain on my parade'
Forget her, you thought things would get better but they clearly stayed the same
Drawn out like clouds and constellations, I’m concussed and seeing stars
From lighthouse to power station, I don’t care where you are
She makes me pray
For electric fucking fences and sex in empty houses
She won’t give it away
For all the rain in England or all the gold in Spain
My body’s radium sick
She must be radioactive
Hers are page turning lips
And I’m just a passage that won’t be turned away
Wrote no poet, ever, if I’m under the weather then you better be the rain on my parade
Forget her, you thought things would get better but they clearly stayed the same
Drawn out like clouds and constellations, I’m concussed and seeing stars
From lighthouse to power station I don’t care where you are
Wrote no poet, ever, if I’m under the weather then you better be the rain on my parade
Forget her, you thought things would get better but they clearly stayed the same
Drawn out like clouds and constellations, I am concussed and seeing stars
From lighthouse to power station I don’t care where you are, I don't care where you are