Road Sleeper Songtext
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Hey, Mr. Stone Man - what's eating you?
You haven't looked this way in a while
Something she said, under the skin
Under your eyes, something she sinned
Burned from the bed, sleeps in the mind
There's a four-letter word for my one regret
It's the knee-jerk punchline to your epithet
It took our time, it washed it away
Road sleeper
Hey man, how does it feel to get over it?
It's barely been an hour now
Things to forget, so hard to define
Pierced through the skin - lit up the mind
She fell to the floor in pleasure and shame
Your Rorschach mask of innocent blood
Fell on my eyes without a word
As anguish on the face of a saint -
Nailed to your cross with the teeth of the flies
Who were lucky enough to look into your eyes
But your sugar tooth smile sped the decay
Road sleeper
Look, Mr. Stone Man eroded fast
Barely even grains of sand
She ran out of words - grabbed for more time
Out of his arms and out of all minds
She rolls out of town in her bruise-violet car
Four months of guilt in the August heat
Burned from the mind, unable to bleed
She fades away in the clouds of a lost year
You haven't looked this way in a while
Something she said, under the skin
Under your eyes, something she sinned
Burned from the bed, sleeps in the mind
There's a four-letter word for my one regret
It's the knee-jerk punchline to your epithet
It took our time, it washed it away
Road sleeper
Hey man, how does it feel to get over it?
It's barely been an hour now
Things to forget, so hard to define
Pierced through the skin - lit up the mind
She fell to the floor in pleasure and shame
Your Rorschach mask of innocent blood
Fell on my eyes without a word
As anguish on the face of a saint -
Nailed to your cross with the teeth of the flies
Who were lucky enough to look into your eyes
But your sugar tooth smile sped the decay
Road sleeper
Look, Mr. Stone Man eroded fast
Barely even grains of sand
She ran out of words - grabbed for more time
Out of his arms and out of all minds
She rolls out of town in her bruise-violet car
Four months of guilt in the August heat
Burned from the mind, unable to bleed
She fades away in the clouds of a lost year
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