Songtexte:
Jenny Owen Youngs Batten The Hatches

Theres bricks in the yard falling where they flew, I'm sure mom and dad wont give a sitch for one or two. Building no hagards that travel left to rest

Love grows in me like a tumor, parasites bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor, till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth

All the evidence points in one direction since i don't need you physically around I've got your voice on tape I've got your words in me I don't want

Heart attack, jack-in-the-box I've been here so long I'm starting to rot. And you're taking my fear, selling it in jars. Back on the playground my blue

I've still got three fingers left on this hand take off your belt and I'll do what I can for you you sure look like you could be some kind of fun maybe

Love grows in me like a tumor parasite bent on devouring its host i'm developing my sense of humor till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth till