Big House - Deer Tick

It’s a big house,

With all this things you assume and sure of

In the big world

With all these things you never heard of.

But fix me up now, if it seems that I need fixing

Correct me, if I stand to be correct it, mhm

It’s a sad song

All these worlds you heard enough of

Pray for wthat you are

With only side you wanna follow

Left me up now, let me walk amongst the gifted

If I’m asking too much, just as please, be comfort in, oh

Every morning when you’re mean

To keep your hands clean

It’s running down your arms

Casting shadows on your heart

You show me how to die

cut the price on how to cry

You show me out of time

Yes I’ll catch you by and by

Mhm yeah.

It’s a deep hole, when you dug with all your lyin'

It’s a fact poor

And you don’t know, I know it’s flyin'

And save his need and savings

When the shore you.

but lovers need to let down

But you figure out with heartens

Every morning when you’re mean

To keep those hands clean

But it’s running down your arms

Oh it’s tearing you apart.

You’ve spoken to the sky

And you lied a million times

Show me how to die

I guess I’ll catch you on the side

Mhm