Personal Holloway

Tune my weaker eye, spit white Hold the world up all day She's blue in the face again Paracetamol, burn the darkness all away And drinking kitchen paint to dye the winter eye Hope, we'll never see again Deaf and dumb with the lights on Deaf and dumb with the lights on Married by signs Married by signs Personal Holloway, six month linen It's safe to say we are alone Suburban suicide, watching night come amber It's all so temporary Deaf and dumb with the lights on Deaf and dumb with the lights on Deaf and dumb with the lights on Married by signs Married by signs Married by signs Move a little way forward Move a little way now Move a little way forward Move a little way now Bleed life Breathe life Could be a better plan Could be a better plan Could be a better plan Could be a better plan Could be a better plan Could be a better plan