Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Places, artist - Wilco.
Date of issue: 15.04.2002
Song language: English
Poor Places |
It’s my father’s voice dreaming of Sailors sailing off in the morning |
for the air-conditioned rooms |
at the top of the stairs |
His jaw’s been broken |
his bandage is wrapped too tight |
his fangs have been pulled |
and i really want to see you tonight |
There’s Bourbon on the breath |
of the singer you love so much |
He takes all his words from the books |
that you don’t read anyway |
His jaw’s been broken |
his bandage is wrapped too tight |
My fangs have been pulled |
and I really want to see you tonight |
Someone ties a bow |
in my backyard to show me love |
My voice is climbing walls |
smoking and i want love |
My jaw’s been broken |
My heart is wrapped in ice |
My fangs have been pulled |
and i really want to see you tonight |
And it makes no difference to me how they cried all over overseas |
It’s hot in the poor places tonight |
I’m not going outside |
They cried all over overseas |
It makes no difference to me It’s hot in the poor places tonight |
I’m not going outside |