Paroles de Buttered

Buttered and confessed, every stray Wet behind the knees, change your mind Holy waters low tide In between bored and sin Reeds and twine, heel and rose Always mine, shallow tide A crooked time to wake you Falling sickness faked, unkind Drawn to your sore lip, shallow Holy water's low tide Another fixture waiting Badly grazed, almondine Every stray, badly bent Would forgive a crooked time Reeds and twine, heel and rose Always mine, badly grazed Would forgive a crooked time