Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Navy Sheets, artist - The Hold Steady. Date of issue: 16.06.2008
Song language: English
Navy Sheets |
| I guess we met a couple a bonafide angels |
| But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued |
| But now we’re trying to match their mouths to the screams |
| Match their heads to their dreams |
| Everybody’s searching out the softest seat |
| All dolled up for the funeral feast |
| Everyone’s stabbing at the biggest piece |
| Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat |
| Now I’m not really sure we were lovers |
| Or if it was just some kind of car crash |
| And now we’re trying to find a DNA match |
| To match their heads to their hats |
| Everybody’s reaching for the sharpest knife |
| Legs wide open on the opening night |
| Everybody’s bathing in the laser lights |
| Clever kids screwing with some new device |
| Sunday morning, sidewalks flattered |
| Feverish in stylish tatters |
| Damn, this used to seem like grammar |
| I remember when it mattered |
| Can’t get over what’s transpired |
| Left home virgins, came back vampires |
| Built it out like back scratched choirs |
| Really dead or really tired |
| Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets |
| Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets |
| Everybody wants to suck on something sweet |
| Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets |
| Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets |