Personal Holloway
Tune my weaker eye, spit white,
hold the world up all day
She's blue in the face again,
paracetamol, sleep the darkness all away
And drinking kitchen paint to dye the winter
I hope we'll never see again
Deaf and dumb with the lights on,
deaf and dumb with the lights on
Married by signs, married by signs,
married by signs
A personal holloway, six months linen,
it's safe to say we are alone
Suburban suicide, watching night come amber,
it's all so temporary
Deaf and dumb with the lights on,
deaf and dumb with the lights on
Married by signs, married by signs,
married by signs
Move a little way forward,
move a little way now
Move a little way forward,
move a little way now
Bleed life, breathe life
Could it be a better plan,
could it be a better plan.
Could it be a better plan,
could it be a better plan
