Rabbit - This Town Needs Guns

Move over it’s getting kind of late

Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache

The covers hide away

All our mistakes

And so do I

Stop to question why

White feathers dance in my room while I’m too tired to sleep

It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you

No matter what it is

You’re hurting again

Like lessons learnt in ways

Stunned silence reigns

Clear like crystal I understand your malcontent

And while words may not quite mean as much

I hope this never ends

White feathers dance in my room while I’m too tired to sleep

It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you