Seatbelt Hands 歌词

歌曲	Seatbelt Hands
歌手	Listener
专辑	Wooden Heart
下载	Image LRC TXT

	She's the kind of lady that calls everybody baby
	Honey, sugar, sweetie, she's always making friends
	And she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skin
	She always starts with a smile, it's small and butter yellow
	But easier than a handshake, doesn't like her hands touched
	She tans alot, gets burnt alot, smoking through the cartons
	But then gets put out so much, she's considered a bargain
	She was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her heart
	Loves america, and being patronized, no one ever told her to guard her heart
	She was an angel for Halloween once, but never again
	And for Christmas ever year she's haunted by demons
	They always tell her they love her.
	She used to believe in innocence until she lost it
	And spent a long summer, riding the trains
	She has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane
	Watching TV in her favorite chair, both of which are rented
	She's alone, and surrounds herself with loners
	Her life is a loan, lent out to anyone who will own her
	Waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet, while she mops the bathroom floor
	Hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right
	But they're both a gamble and she's been a loser all her life
	And if she had a nickel for every time she's been punched and kicked
	She'd put it together with her camel cash, try to buy some happiness
	They always tell her they love her, but then they take something from her.
	She would always show us her dreams
	They were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tight
	Scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterflies
	She's got love in her heart for her babies, and hope in her mind for tomorrow
	And blood on her hands that only she sees, holding the last bit of time that's borrowed
	But you never know where that heart has been, and we'll never know how hard it's been
	I wanna cut open my chest and let her in, but that won’t fix what needs to mend
	And she stands there unlit cigarette in hand
	Filling up that empty hole with anything that’ll pour
	Insides hanging out like a flare, warning.
	There’s beauty in that pain, can you see it?
	She’s crashing through life with seat belt hands
	One accident away from a miracle
	And there’s an honesty there, but I can’t take it all in
	She hides the worst of it in the wrinkles
	That’s the ache you get when there’s no where else to go.
	And she’s got no where else to go, she doesn’t want to go there.
	So I promise I’ll go with her, I promise I’ll go with her.

	She' s the kind of lady that calls everybody baby
	Honey, sugar, sweetie, she' s always making friends
	And she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skin
	She always starts with a smile, it' s small and butter yellow
	But easier than a handshake, doesn' t like her hands touched
	She tans alot, gets burnt alot, smoking through the cartons
	But then gets put out so much, she' s considered a bargain
	She was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her heart
	Loves america, and being patronized, no one ever told her to guard her heart
	She was an angel for Halloween once, but never again
	And for Christmas ever year she' s haunted by demons
	They always tell her they love her.
	She used to believe in innocence until she lost it
	And spent a long summer, riding the trains
	She has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane
	Watching TV in her favorite chair, both of which are rented
	She' s alone, and surrounds herself with loners
	Her life is a loan, lent out to anyone who will own her
	Waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet, while she mops the bathroom floor
	Hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right
	But they' re both a gamble and she' s been a loser all her life
	And if she had a nickel for every time she' s been punched and kicked
	She' d put it together with her camel cash, try to buy some happiness
	They always tell her they love her, but then they take something from her.
	She would always show us her dreams
	They were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tight
	Scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterflies
	She' s got love in her heart for her babies, and hope in her mind for tomorrow
	And blood on her hands that only she sees, holding the last bit of time that' s borrowed
	But you never know where that heart has been, and we' ll never know how hard it' s been
	I wanna cut open my chest and let her in, but that won' t fix what needs to mend
	And she stands there unlit cigarette in hand
	Filling up that empty hole with anything that' ll pour
	Insides hanging out like a flare, warning.
	There' s beauty in that pain, can you see it?
	She' s crashing through life with seat belt hands
	One accident away from a miracle
	And there' s an honesty there, but I can' t take it all in
	She hides the worst of it in the wrinkles
	That' s the ache you get when there' s no where else to go.
	And she' s got no where else to go, she doesn' t want to go there.
	So I promise I' ll go with her, I promise I' ll go with her.

	She' s the kind of lady that calls everybody baby
	Honey, sugar, sweetie, she' s always making friends
	And she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skin
	She always starts with a smile, it' s small and butter yellow
	But easier than a handshake, doesn' t like her hands touched
	She tans alot, gets burnt alot, smoking through the cartons
	But then gets put out so much, she' s considered a bargain
	She was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her heart
	Loves america, and being patronized, no one ever told her to guard her heart
	She was an angel for Halloween once, but never again
	And for Christmas ever year she' s haunted by demons
	They always tell her they love her.
	She used to believe in innocence until she lost it
	And spent a long summer, riding the trains
	She has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane
	Watching TV in her favorite chair, both of which are rented
	She' s alone, and surrounds herself with loners
	Her life is a loan, lent out to anyone who will own her
	Waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet, while she mops the bathroom floor
	Hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right
	But they' re both a gamble and she' s been a loser all her life
	And if she had a nickel for every time she' s been punched and kicked
	She' d put it together with her camel cash, try to buy some happiness
	They always tell her they love her, but then they take something from her.
	She would always show us her dreams
	They were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tight
	Scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterflies
	She' s got love in her heart for her babies, and hope in her mind for tomorrow
	And blood on her hands that only she sees, holding the last bit of time that' s borrowed
	But you never know where that heart has been, and we' ll never know how hard it' s been
	I wanna cut open my chest and let her in, but that won' t fix what needs to mend
	And she stands there unlit cigarette in hand
	Filling up that empty hole with anything that' ll pour
	Insides hanging out like a flare, warning.
	There' s beauty in that pain, can you see it?
	She' s crashing through life with seat belt hands
	One accident away from a miracle
	And there' s an honesty there, but I can' t take it all in
	She hides the worst of it in the wrinkles
	That' s the ache you get when there' s no where else to go.
	And she' s got no where else to go, she doesn' t want to go there.
	So I promise I' ll go with her, I promise I' ll go with her.

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