歌词
If a rope came down from the moon to the roof
And I grabbed it and I told you
Come with me, would you come with me?
I would build you a house up there
'cause you're taking up too much space in my head
Make your bed
Pretend that there's no come down
In your head
Make your rounds
My last string
Was tied around my right wrist
Why don't you get out your scissors and cut it?
You were the last one I had tied to the city
My love for you is as deep as the ocean's horizon
Yes I will wait in the rain with you
Until the sun shines for you
How does it feel to sleep on a plethora of speeches?
Just don't forget about the ones
You canned there up on your shelf
Oh
Make your bed
Pretend that there's no come down
In your head
Make your rounds
My last string
Was tied around my right wrist
Why don't you get out your scissors and cut it?
You were the last one I had tied to the city
I guess I could say I love you
I guess they could say I warned you
I guess I could say I love you
I guess they could say I warned you
I guess I could say I love you
I guess they could say I warned you
I guess I could say I love you
I guess they could say I warned you
Make your bed, no come down
In your head, make your rounds
Make your bed, no come down
In your head, make your rounds
My last string was tied around my right wrist
Why don't you get out your scissors and cut it?
You were the last one I had tied to the city
Written by: Molly Chapin
