Текст песни Throwing Muses - freesia

Old home night
You bent, like the jackals outside
I wish, you lisp
What's the matter, don't you like
The way it all went down?
Up all night
That city hates you, won't let you walk right
You list, you kissed your last victim
Don't you like the way it all went down?
Creep past god
Worth a shot
You deserve it, times are hard
I'll drink, you'll think
What's the matter?
How's your heart?
All night, eyes bright
Like the jackals outside
I wish, you lisp
What's the matter, don't you like
The way it all went down?
Sunset on the floor
A red and orange doorway
Freesia from the walk home
Bends down low
And you don't know