She was tied up to the tracks in the middle of the road
Clutching to the thorns of a rose that she fought but she couldn't let go
Couldn't let go
Perched upon his lung, she was tapping in his chest
I'll be hiding in the dreams of your last will and testament
Testament
And if the only way out was just a straight ahead admission of guilt
Then he wouldn't be sitting in the darkness, sharpening every excuse
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
Smothered by the time that he could never forget
Disassociation in the comfort of his dreams that she wouldn't let go
Wouldn't let go
And every time he woke up in the coldest sweat
Scrawled to the bone with her nails was the promise that she wouldn't let go
Wouldn't let go
And if the only way out was just a straight ahead admission of guilt
Then he wouldn't be sitting in the darkness, sharpening every excuse
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
She will swing the hammer every night
Sleeping in the ditch beyond the pine
She must breathe the water every night
Taking every breath that you've denied
She will swing the hammer every night
Sleeping in the ditch
Sleeping in the ditch
Sleeping in the ditch beyond the pine
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
You hit the bottle
You can't drain the yellow out of your spine
If you would
If you would
If you would…
Momento mori
(Background vocals unsure what they say)
Momento mori