Blood on his shoes
A kind of test, my pastel dress
Do I look happy for a woman?
Laughing at the glass ‘til it cracks
I seek out remoteness like a familiar ache, alive
Everyone is aglow, bitter on a Sunday
Rain blends with snow
Ever hollow when we get home
Right, he just believes that he is always right
‘Oh to be so sure, not unmoored
I seek out remoteness like a familiar ache, desired
Everyone is aglow, bitter on a Sunday
Ooh, shatter, shatter
Ooh, shatter, shatter
Anothеr man who lives for the blues
And part of mе that likes feeling used
I always hear you from the shower
That gruff voice in one octave
Poison berry, when you play your sad guitar
Poison berry, don’t you know it pierces my cold, cold heart?
I seek out remoteness like a familiar ache, alive
Everyone is aglow, bitter on a Sunday
Ooh