Songtext von Grounds For Divorce

You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town I said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce I know On the radio And the bouncing body' drone Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone I said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds for divorce I know But the darling is dead We hit her on the head It looked like a wedding cake Though the darling is dead We hit it on the head It looked like a newlywed But look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way move their hands And look at their babies And their tiny little hands And the way they get loved and the way they get loved oh Oh look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way move and the way move their hands You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town I said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce I know Looked like a newlywed On the radio And the bouncing bodies' drone Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone I said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds, such were the grounds for divorce I know