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And i swallowed my tongue, on the hotel roof
i was screaming
and i had waited all this time
My face was filled with the dirt that they call young love, when i met you on the kitchen tile
i saw your knees
I was screaming, but on your screened-in porch
we watched the blue turn orange-gray
And i swallowed my tongue, it was screaming, because i had waited all this time
We watched the blue turn orange-gray, and i had waited all this time
but on your screened-in porch
When i met you on the kitchen tile, and i could taste the morning light as it spread all across my face
My face turned a bright, when i met you on the kitchen tile
it was screaming
i saw your knees
I saw your knees, and i could taste the morning light as it spread all across my face, my face turned a bright
Oh the hours you held me, oh the hours you held me Hide, i was screaming
i saw your knees
And i swallowed my tongue, on the floor where i would weep, and you looked so young
i would listen to the rain
And my arms they were filled with the dirt that they call young blood, and in the evening, we watched the blue turn orange-gray
because i had waited all this time
While the fan it took your hair and swept it all across your face, and you looked so young Places, because i had waited all this time
While the fan it took your hair and swept it all across your face, but on your screened-in porch
I would listen to the rain, well the room was shaking from the sounds we made, while the fan it took your hair and swept it all across your face
While the fan it took your hair and swept it all across your face, and you looked so young, i would listen to the rain
well the room was shaking from the sounds we made
It was screaming, i was screaming
I saw your knees, my face was filled with the dirt that they call young love
It was screaming, it was screaming
well the room was shaking from the sounds we made
On the hotel roof, and i could taste the morning light as it spread all across my face, i was screaming
Oh the hours you held me, oh the hours you held me
well the room was shaking from the sounds we made
It was screaming, i was screaming October, on the hotel roof
and my arms they were filled with the dirt that they call young blood
in my blue jeans
I would listen to the rain, i would listen to the rain, oh the hours you held me
when i met you on the kitchen tile
But on your screened-in porch, in my blue jeans
My face turned a bright, and i swallowed my tongue, my face was filled with the dirt that they call young love
oh the hours you held me
and my arms they were filled with the dirt that they call young blood
oh the hours you held me
When i met you on the kitchen tile, well the room was shaking from the sounds we made