Lyrics Sparklehorse – Tears On Fresh Fruit
Text:
Just when you’ve found your way to
The boiler room
They come and dig you out
With picks and shovels and
Acetelyne torches
I couldn’t do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby
La la la…
We’re just trying to be free
Of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor
All our lungs
Full of water
I couldn’t do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby
La la la…