Dusty Beds - Fences

If I knew her doubt was at stake, between her legs

And fucking catch me leaving, 'cause life’s that way

I’ll stay in drowned, inside her mouth

She’ll kiss me and she’ll sniff me and she’ll keep me around

Inside her purse, like a chorus and a verse

Neatly on some paper with a heart on down the words

CHORUS:

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Wooden beans and gritting teeth

A cheque is on the freezer can you sign it for me?

with no ideal, no self-esteem,

This place is a coffin and I’m ready to leave

I’m drying out, yes, in and out,

Can’t make my fucking mind, I’d better figure it out

CHORUS:

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

CHORUS:

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Roll over and touch me, angel

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Nothing ever happens (happens, happens)

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Nothing ever happens (happens, happens)

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Nothing ever happens (nothing ever happens)

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds

Nothing ever happens (nothing ever happens)

Nothing ever happens on dusty beds