Tell Everyone We're Dead

Caught without people or drink

I don't know what else to think

But Im going to grow wings and sing

"Amen, I'm checking out"So withdrawing within the drawing room

Drawing you, drawing youRemember my memory was a mess when we'd undress

Near the dresser together and you'd take me apart

But then I'd say

"Storms are born really far away out west of L.A."Where birds have kids like crazy, seagulls and turtledoves

So remember we'd tell everyone

Tell everyone, tell everyone

Hey, tell everyone that we're dead and tell them we are dead