Blackberries In Porcelain

Ou, how I know how to lie to myself ...

in a little feeling that I pretend

Ou, how I know how to lie to myself

like the taste of blackberries in porcelain

blackberries in porcelain

Ou, how we know how to lie to ourselves

that sticky trail of everyone

Ou, how we know how to lie to ourselves

'bout the taste of blackberries in porcelain

blackberries in porcelain

I used to draw something black

something blue, something sad ...

What was white now is red

little smile for Mr.Ted

Look at me through the glass

who am I? and what 'bout that mess?

how could it taste that I can't possess?

Ou, how you know how to lie to yourself

in a little feeling you can't pretend

Ou, how you know how to lie to yourself

you've never tasted blackberries

in porcelain ... blackberries in porcelain