Lx. Protest The Wind. Storyville Portrait. Zeneszám

carve a name into my lungs so i
can breathe each breath for you with my love inside
and that's where i'll find her
with a portrait and binder
recording her nights work
never knowing {ah ah ah} the one she hurts
the one she hurts
and that's where you'll find me
off the coast of cape agony drowning in pity
never knowing {ah ah}
i could fall asleep with that anchor tied to my feet

the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down
i know you i'm not dead yet

take another look and watch me drown, drown
perfect time for you to hold me down, down
and that's where you'll find her
no portrait or binder just diseases inside her
never knowing {ah ah ah} the one she hurt
the one she hurt
and that's you'll find me
where the beaches are ugly swimming in apathy
never knowing {ah ah}
i would rather be asleep with that anchor tied to me feet

the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down
i know you i'm not dead yet
dead yet
dead, dead yet

the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down
i know you i'm not dead yet

the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down
i know you i'm not dead yet

the sticks and stones you threw they built my home
and your words can't tear it down