Catatonia - Bulimic Beats

[00:17.18] I thought we'd escape [00:19.79] I packed a fishing line and counted on it [00:25.35] I thought we'd escape [00:31.94] I packed a fishing line and counted on it [00:37.99] But dreaming is for moonrise [00:43.74] And moonlight ails these tired eyes [00:50.81] I treat him like a lady [00:53.89] I treat him as I would he unto me [00:57.15] Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money [01:00.72] With silicone and poetry [01:03.82] But it's the end of me [01:16.44] I thought it could change [01:17.68] I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange [01:23.54] I couldn't get there [01:26.78] Behind his wall of Sunday papers [01:30.44] I thought it could change [01:32.74] I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange [01:39.29] But dreaming is for moonrise [01:45.09] And moonlight ails these tired eyes [01:51.45] I treat him like a lady [01:54.54] I treat him as I would he unto me [01:57.91] Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money [02:01.73] With silicone and poetry [02:07.16] And it's the end of me [02:55.15] Here I am [03:00.75] Here I am [03:06.90] And here I stand [03:09.76] Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand [03:18.90] Here I am [03:22.29] A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand [03:30.16] Here I am [03:37.68]