Letra Música In Anticipation Of Your Suicide – Bedroom Walls
Your heart is always almost beatingAlong with windy frozen tunes.
But you say you’ve laughed enough,
Your closet’s stuffed with last year’s blues.
But you know by summertime your suicide’s just last year’s news.
What will we find inside of your room?
Notes in the margins,
Records always spinning.
Clues you know you want all to know
Your little soul grew old too soon
And surprises lost their thrill
The cut and pills, And the Marquee Moon…Bedroom Walls – In Anticipation Of Your Suicide – Ouvir Música