Текст Horse Feathers – Dead End Thanks

Bankrupt in bed let’s not call this love
While waving a flag that’s white as a dove

We’d lay and not speak
We’d cry and not weep

With the changing of minds
A new tune must be sung
While choking on old air
That’s up in our lungs

We’d lay and not speak
We’d cry and not weep
And now we’re hollering
Murder from the streets?

Sleep fragile doll
It don’t look like you’re mine at all
We had walked before we’d crawled
And ran straight into a wall

And now we’re hollering
Murder from the streets?

I’m wide awake and have honestly seen
By dream and by sign
Two people just run out of time