Testi:
Jenny Owen Youngs

Well, you're traipsing up and down my backyard. Guess you caught a duck, Digging through my trashcans With that white rope tied around your neck. You

What's the worst thing that could happen? We find out that we don't quite fit. But on the flip side, we could be just right. And sure there's the chance

Love grows in me like a tumor, parasites bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor, till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth

I kick you like a dog that never gets fed, kick you like a dog that never gets fed. I trust you with my words like you're my friend. I've got so much

Wake up alone, oh you do what you're told; It keeps coming, coming. Matter of fact, I liked you like that, But I'm done in, done in. Followed your breadcrumbs

the time while you're asleep Than holding your hands inside of mine I want to be here and nowhere else rationing off bits of myself So I can crumble at your side (Thanks to Jenny

I've got secrets up to here, love don't you worry your pretty head i'm just playing to your fears, love where am i when you're in bed? i know where

there's a lot of words in the english language and i'm just getting started, baby we could be here all night we could be here all night we could be here

All the evidence points in one direction since i don't need you physically around I've got your voice on tape I've got your words in me I don't want