We Fell Off The Roof

Morning dreams you and me.

riddle sticks and skin

crooked teeth the autumn leaves

my heart just caved in.

We fell off the roof, I never closed my eyes for you.

Throw your knives up into the golden air

crooked teeth the spider -

broken I don't care

we slept for days in that same place

put on our hands, and nothing say.

Bandages made of old clothes, crutches from old bones

wash the blood off in the sea

follow the light home.

We fell off the roof, I never closed my eyes for you.

Morning dreams you and me.

riddle sticks and skin

crooked teeth the autumn leaves

my heart just caved in.

We fell off the roof, I burnt that house down for you.