Catatonia - Bulimic Beats(1998)

[00:17.18] I thought we'd escape
[00:19.79] I packed a fishing line and counted on it
[00:25.35] I thought we'd escape
[00:31.94] I packed a fishing line and counted on it
[00:37.99] But dreaming is for moonrise
[00:43.74] And moonlight ails these tired eyes
[00:50.81] I treat him like a lady
[00:53.89] I treat him as I would he unto me
[00:57.15] Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
[01:00.72] With silicone and poetry
[01:03.82] But it's the end of me
[01:16.44] I thought it could change
[01:17.68] I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
[01:23.54] I couldn't get there
[01:26.78] Behind his wall of Sunday papers
[01:30.44] I thought it could change
[01:32.74] I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
[01:39.29] But dreaming is for moonrise
[01:45.09] And moonlight ails these tired eyes
[01:51.45] I treat him like a lady
[01:54.54] I treat him as I would he unto me
[01:57.91] Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
[02:01.73] With silicone and poetry
[02:07.16] And it's the end of me
[02:55.15] Here I am
[03:00.75] Here I am
[03:06.90] And here I stand
[03:09.76] Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
[03:18.90] Here I am
[03:22.29] A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand
[03:30.16] Here I am
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