Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulimic Beats , by - Catatonia. Song from the album Equally Cursed And Blessed, in the genre ПопRelease date: 01.02.1998
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Bulimic Beats |
| I thought we’d escape |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it |
| I thought we’d escape |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it |
| But dreaming is for moonrise |
| And moonlight ails these tired eyes |
| I treat him like a lady |
| I treat him as I would he unto me |
| Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money |
| With silicone and poetry |
| But it’s the end of me |
| I thought it could change |
| I’d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange |
| I couldn’t get there |
| Behind his wall of Sunday papers |
| I thought it could change |
| I’d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange |
| But dreaming is for moonrise |
| And moonlight ails these tired eyes |
| I treat him like a lady |
| I treat him as I would he unto me |
| Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money |
| With silicone and poetry |
| And it’s the end of me |
| Here I am |
| Here I am |
| And here I stand |
| Here in my kitchen where I’m familiar with every brand |
| Here I am |
| A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand |
| Here I am |