Lyrics Little Comets – Worry
Text:
Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette
On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip
From broken hands down to her hips
Realizing lethargy in both her eyes
Her tan lines cackle with the power of the allegory
For a man, he’s deeper than the sundarbans
And the wistful way that he could hold her stare
Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air
And as they fall apart in separate beds
He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead
Realize bitterness in both her eyes
And the way his words could strip
The walls she’s climbing
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
He holds her down, everything is anguish now
With the shallowness of every breath
He waits until she is bereft
Realize, nothing now in both her eyes
The walls she’s climbing
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry about the way she lay
Oh, at the end, oh no, oh
I worry, worry, worry, worry
