Regina Spektor
Braille


She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold, cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...


Mirror lyrics:

what's written in Braille upon my skin...
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
I'm still an ass hole playing with candles
it's just that he's not around to play along
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
with cold, cold Campbell's from the can
with turpentine and patches
saying why don't I begin again
she was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
Elvis never could carry a tune

Cause that's all they knew how to play
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
Cause it's been turpentine and patches

thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
sacred road kill on the way
And she knew they were destined to become
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window

Cause that's all they knew how to play
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And from then on it was turpentine and patches

to make up for the royalty he lacked
so she names the baby Elvis
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks



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