Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Treasure Hugs, artist - Stepdad. Album song Wildlife Pop, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Record label: Black Bell
Song language: English
Treasure Hugs |
Well I know he’s alive and tricking me into all sorts of things |
Bless his soul, bless his mind |
He is cold, He is blind |
And I know he’s wearing out after all these years |
And I’ll find him dead some morning in my bedroom |
He’ll have painted all my windows black |
Soon I won’t have a single dose of tact at all |
And I just came back from coffee and I didn’t bring my mind |
What’s the use, it’s gone dry |
No excuse, no goodbye |
And I’ve locked eyes with a tombstone he doesn’t sleep he engineers thoughts |
I’ll be dead one morning in my bedroom |
I’ll have covered all my walls with crayon |
Obituary reads, «Who's to blame for this disastrous plan?» |
Imagine what you could make if your muse hadn’t killed herself |
And after all these mistakes my life’s no better than hell |
Maybe delaying the wake wasn’t best but I’m starting to tell |
No matter what road you take there are spots with bone-dry wells |
I was talking to a man one day and he couldn’t tell a lie |
Time has flown, we will die |
We’re alone, it’s alright |
And in time we’ll be forgotten every single mortal soul |
But you’ll be alive one morning in your bedroom |
The sun will crack your windows, shake your walls |
And you will wake up; |
realize the walk was worth a thousand falls |