كلمات Talking

We could open windows Fix the fridge light and replace the phone Maybe it will fix us If we spend our lives on country roads Writing 'bout the weather In a playground we're not supposed to roam I scattered all the eggshells In the hallway for when you get home I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking's killing you Calling out to no one Think we might need a professional This post code poppy playground While a ships off out off the coast I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking killing you I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking killing you I know you want me dead My talking killing you My talking killing you