Raw Sugar - Metric

Sort of wonder why No one said a word

Don’t you like it on the sly?

Don’t you like it till it hurts?

Have I been on your mind?

What’s a voice without a song?

Something in your head You’ve been fighting all the long…

I don’t want to say it, The news is not so good

We’ll never get away, And even if we could

We’d just play the tambourine Around an open flame

Oversleep and burn To be back in the game

'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon

And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar

I don’t want to die living in a high rise grave

My baby come home

(same black day, high rise grave)

No I’m not complaining, Yes it could be worse

Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse

Neighborhood’s a runway, Fry the ass and thighs

Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire’s

Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl

Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl

'Cause now I’m all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo

Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you

'Cause summer never comes (same black day)

Winter never comes (high rise grave)