Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Estate Sale , by - Tommy Boys. Release date: 26.01.2015
Song language: English
Estate Sale |
| It’s too early to hang our heads, |
| Sunken eyes set in, |
| Under your skin, |
| I’m counting ways to make a mess of things |
| Things I say that I don’t mean are catching up with me |
| In a sweet charade, an iron gate playing a fence |
| I might end up entering |
| What is space not meant to see |
| Hallways misinforming you, all the while |
| I’m clearing spaces on shelves, helps me find it |
| Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday |
| Got sick of dining alone |
| It gnaws at the bones and sinews |
| With marrow crushing your teeth |
| Stuck on the outside looking in through window panes |
| Tangled up, solid chains |
| Buried in coffee cans |
| No rest for anyone following the grave |
| Makes you sick to your stomach |
| I might end up entering |
| Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday |