The Odds - Break The Bed

Break The Bed

I li have under a giant cloud
Well its my shield and its my shroud
At home on the range
But alone in a crowd
I plug my ears when it gets too loud
So get that kinky noise out on the stage
With your spinning curls in a purple rage
The sun in our eyes
And the burning sage
you are all alone then you turn the page
Could it be? Yeah it could be
Could it be that you are for me
Imlooking right to your head
Talking to you seems to wake the dead
With what now you just said
I think were gonna break the bed
Hands in the air knees on the ground
Dont be surprised if I fall around
We were over the water
When the plane went down
It was over my head and you let me drown
Could it be? Yeah it could be
Could it be that you are for me
Imlooking right to your head
Talking to you is gonna wake the dead
With what now you just said
I think were gonna break the bed