There Will Be No Divorce Paroles

and you were sleeping on the floor,

breathing free and even,.

if i ever want to drive myself insane,

all i have to do is watch you breathing

and at 5 AM, i turned the radio on,

and an old mans voice sang a short sweet song,

and then the static roared again hungry for blood

i heard the rain falling from the rain spout

down down into the sweet wet mud,

and you punched out all the windows
like god was gonna catch you by the pony tail,

and then the old voice crackled through the static.

and i felt young and alive

and the hair stood up on the back of my neck

we were rising from the grave, yeah yeah.