Broke Window

Loaded tongue and dirty fingers

Queen of her mother's house

Come step outside feeling full moon high

Let's see what we can live withoutFix an eye to the dimestore villain

Waiting for the wine to pour

It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin

The love we've all been in beforeA million ways to burn

I'm just looking out of this old broke window

And she's taking a turn

I'm looking out of this old broke window

And she's taking a turnHer body lies like a landscape before you

You're selling your soul by the pound

Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade

You look but don't see me aroundA million ways to burn

I'm just standing here on this old street corner

And she's taking a turn

I'm standing here on this old street corner

And she's taking a turn