Lyrics
Yeah well no-bod-y search-es And no-bod-y cares some-how When the lov-ing tha
wast-ed Comes rain-ing from a hap-less cloud Then I might stop and look up-on your face Dis-ap-pear in the sweet
ze See the liv-ing that sur-rounds me Diss-i-pate in a flor-al gaze Can't you see what you've done to my heart
? This is a waste-land now We spies, we slow hands Put the weights a-round your-self We spies, oh yeah, we sl
You put the weights all a-round your-self now I sub-mit my in-cen-tive is ro-mance I watch
