Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willetta, artist - Dear and the Headlights. Album song Drunk Like Bible Times, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Willetta |
Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn |
Weeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it off |
Just so you could get dressed up in this |
Your nightgown of oak, your ribbons of roots |
Is there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you |
down? |
Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes |
I’ve got nothing now that I want to say |
You wouldn’t talk back anyway |
And you know we won’t do what you wanted us to |
There ain’t nothing here to celebrate |
We’re all worse off without you |
At that feast in some two star hotel |
I’m circling the room and mingling half stunned |
Nauseous with the truth of it all |
Knowing here the whole time this won’t really fade |
Now it just stays in out spines |
Oh but we’re all shaking hands offering condolences |
Stories of some envied youth, less life threatening more moot |
And our eyes they all drown, our tongues get wrung out |
There ain’t nothing here for us to taste that ain’t bitter already |
They warn us our reservation is up, it just seems so cruel |
Like the parasites that eat your thoughts your plot gets covered up |
By someone who never even knew you |
Oh then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out |
There’s no reason now for us to stay |
And we all hurry home because it won’t be long till we’re in your place |