Wither With You - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Yeah, we were halfway off the farm, set back

Bank loan blowing out, red flag in the yard

All the burnt kerosene and the time in between

The light chit-chat in the dark

You were sitting on a chair, pretty girl with no hair

And your nine-mile stare, yeah

And you said, «All the paintings are losing all their colour

Darling, do you wanna take 'em all down to the ground?»

And was it Jenny, or was it Annie, or was it Lily

That changed your point of view?

Oh, your pretty face is curling up in anger

Just keep in mind, my darling, I did it all for you

And I was sitting in my lair, working on my stare

Trying to make our dreams come true

And I wonder what’s the use when you’re pointing at that noose

And you’re looking at me that way, okay

Long night, half-right

Get straight, talk it out

Long night, half-right

Get straight, help me

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Long night, half-right

Get straight, talk it out

Long night, half-right

Get straight, help me

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