Paroles de Detective Daughter

She was calling around to find half an hour She walked right into my mirror Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine Listen, to thyself be true" To thyself be true Every thread Every hair re-arranged to resemble You could help her Detective daughter copy Please don't be me There are so many skirts under the table None of these long legs are mine She calls around finds me crying Wish I were capable of lying sometimes Hide Out Love is hell, hell is love Hell is asking to be loved Hide out and then run when no one's looking She's still calling around to find half an hour She'll always have a place in my mirror But she's got no more time, now she wants mine But I'm all out too To thyself be true To thyself be true To thyself be true