Darlene - White Denim

I’ve got a number of keys

No doors to unlock

There’s a hole in my wall

That lacks the capacity to shock

I know we’re, looking at something I already seen

What started up in my head

Ended out in my fingers

Now I’m sleepless in bed

As the last notes linger

In our mystery, that’s called «Winning Combination»

With 14 pairs, ringing 28 days

Feeling every cup left in the hands of the sights I’ve stayed

We’re all watching, waiting for the building to crumble

And it’s hard

It seems unnatural the best days

Aren’t days at all

Oh it’s not as if your violence in virtue is virtual

Or not at all

Ahh ahh ahh ahh

Oh body of mine

Stretch into something to say

From layin' around in the dark

As your hypnotist waves you towards the throne

Legs up in flames

Away in some distance

You’ve got a hold of yourself

You’ve got your imagery

You’ve got a grip on your health

You’ve got possibility

You’re hopin' for less collision in your future

Watchin' you moving upward

You see me step out of the cold

You make a cut with your knife

Are you drinking?

You’ll never get older

When your heart starts beating

That’s when you start needing some real help

And it won’t be hard

It feels so natural, your best days

Aren’t days at all

Oh it’s not as if your violence in virtue is virtual

Or not at all

Ahh ahh ahh ahh