Lyrics

How many a moon will it take To make a forever lover of a stranger? And if I were to win for you the skin of a timbered snake Would you consider me your comfort in danger? You could drape it over your jewelry You could wear me like a ring You'd be the mercy under my cruelty My revelation, bloodshed free Do you wanna get married at the Cherokee Cemetery? Where the blue grass creeps over deep decades of devotion Warm underneath the frost We can build a home in a bush of azaleas Dress it up in true morale paraphernalia You'll never be alone in your bad dreams Because together we could never be lost I got a weird relationship with everyone that I know And I'm dry heaving half minded ideas into a black abyss Sometimes I feel so empty and low But your eyes prescribe a meaning for everything I do I even find myself believing most of the words I say as true Do you wanna get married at the Cherokee Cemetery? Where the blue grass creeps over deep decades of devotion Warm underneath the frost We can build a home in a bush of azaleas Dress it up in true morale paraphernalia You'll never be alone in your bad dreams (Bad dreams, you never get away) Because together we could never be lost We can be defined by the things we want I'll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that I love We'll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar Mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation Drive to the sea, settle more free Teach a little baby to pray to her favourite star Coo-ca-choo, mama loves you Welcome to the world, wonderfully bizarre
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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