Eliza

Oh I let my bridges all turn to ruble I came back with mortar and rope Now you might say that I'm only trouble I've been called worst by better folk Now I can see that look coming from right beneath the stairs And I'll just lend out my hands just to let you know I'm there Maybe let in a little air Oh Eliza i'm just trying to get a rise out of you Like a patch of stinging nettles while we walk without our shoes So let's smoke while we talk you can cut this weed at it's stalk now I'll be back round for the spring Rise up from your nightmare I'm just on the floor But I'll get out of every room before you reach my door Loos this grip from my neck don't give me no threats I know you wouldn't follow if you tried Now I can see that look coming from right beneath the stairs And I'll just lend out my hands just to let you know I'm there Maybe let in a little air