Grounds For Divorce (Album) Lyrics

You said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground
You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
I said pretend it's whales
Keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce I knowOn the radio
And the bouncing bodies' drone
Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone
I said look at the clouds
It's a show all on its own
Such were the grounds for divorce I knowBut the darling is dead
We hit her on the head
It looked like a wedding cake
Though the darling is dead
We hit it on the head
It looked like a newlywedBut look at the lovers
And they way they stand
And the way they move and the way move their hands

And look at their babies
And their tiny little hands
And the way they get loved and the way they get loved ohOh look at the lovers
And they way they stand
And the way they move and the way move and the way move their handsSaid you hate the sound
Of the busses on the ground
Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
Said pretend it's wales
And keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce I knowLooked like a newlywedOn the radio
And the bouncing bodies' drone
Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone
Said look at the clouds
It's a show all on its own
Such were the grounds, such were the grounds, for divorce I know
Songwriters
ARLEN THOMPSON, SPENCER KYLE KRUG, HADJI BAKARA, DAN BOECKNERPublished by
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