cricket trap from peter cottonmouth by charlie grey
Tracklist
| 3. | cricket trap | 3:24 |
Lyrics
she looked at me like all the pretty lights
like awful things weren't always my type
all the loveless moments she'd prepared
that summer was a figure eight
caught up on the crest of a wave
the son of sam would reap away the days, hey
for every doubt she'd told me I would break
for hours crumbled into days
the shades of light of revolved always
and you can turn it in your hand
so spare me senseless hours on a box spring bed
left bare while the thought of it defeats me
care / don't care I'm not here / not there
Credits
from peter cottonmouth,
released October 23, 2014
License
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