Well I know you don't know the reason And it's cold, a sign of the season 'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, yeah
Well I'll be better, get away Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else I'm off for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
Well it's gone and it's not returning And your clothes and pictures are burning 'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah
Well I'll be better, get away Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else I'm off for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
Well I'll be better, get away Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else I'm off for the weekend I couldn't imagine anyone else
You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else I'm off for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
