Katy Song (Red House Painters Cover) The Microphones

[Verse 1]
Some escape some door to open
This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the sanest
But there in the clearing, I know you'll be wearing
Your young aching smile and waving your hand
Can't go with my heart when I can't feel what's in it
I thought you'd come over but for some reason you didn't
Glass on the pavement under my shoe
Without you is all my life amounts to

[Verse 2]
A final sleep, no words from my cutting
Mouth to your ear or taut wicked pinches
From my fingers to your bitter face that I can't heal
I know tomorrow you will be
Somewhere in London living with someone
You've got some kind of family there to turn to
And that's more than I could ever give you

[Outro]
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