Well, I'm a crashing car.
Well, I'm a shooting star.
I'm a sinking stone.
Can't you hear me moan?
I'm a skeleton tree.
You're talking about like a tree.
Now you're right on my bones.
Don't want to be all alone.
Does the feathers touch?
It's just too much.
It's sweet as
cut.
Now you're balling my blood.
Standing on the edge.
Going out of my head.
And you
push me down and I hit the ground.
Knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
Knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
I'm a crashing plane.
I am the falling rain.
I'm a sinking ship.
And I'm losing my grip.
Does the feathers touch?
It's just too much.
It's sweet as cut.
Now you're balling my blood.
Standing on the edge.
Going out of my head.
And you push me down and I'm on the ground.
Knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
You
knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
Knock my flat on my back.
You knock my
flat on my back.
Does the feathers touch?
Oh, it's much too much.
It's sweet as cut.
Now you're balling my blood.
Standing on the edge.
Going out of my head.
And you push me down and I hit the ground.
You knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
Knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
You knock my flat on my back.
Lying here on the cold, cold ground.
Stop hitting me, baby.
Ow.
Ow.