The Hospital from Bouzouki Songs by Winnipeg, MN

Take off your clothes
One thread at a time,
Make up your hospital
Bed next to mine.

The pain the hold
Is bleeding you dry.
Your blood bags are running out,
Piled twelve years high.

You don't go to sleep,
Just lay and obsess.
How things would be different,
If you could get dressed.

You're still seventeen,
You'll turn twenty two,
Left behind stuck before,
This happened to you.

But I love you and I will do
When this proves too much to bare.

I'll lay with you in filthy sheets
Slowly dying there.

Say when you hurt,
I want to know,
Don't worry about me,
I won't let it show.

I think of you always,
Of my bad advice,
Of feeling so helpless,
Of rolling the dice.

So I'll take off my clothes,
One thread at a time.
I'll make up my hospital,
Bed intertwined.

We'll lay ourselves down
And sleep for a while,
Exist in our lonely beds,
In our hospital aisle.

• Folk
• experiemental-folk
• folk
• indie-rock
• post-rock
• shoegaze
• Brighton