Texty: Crimea (The). Tragedy Rocks (US). Opposite Ends.

Done something real bad this time
Practically signed my own death warrant
She was staring right at me, burning my eyelashes
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
I was the black cloud she was the bright day
Isobel, remember how it used to feel
You and I, and not the screaming animals
With yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the desert like a crusade of half dead bluebottles
Our brains leave their skulls
Walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight stares
Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
Yes I was a fool, and yes you were a fool
But who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool
It?s hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions
Get down off the broomstick and sweep the floor
Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on
When I?m half baked, and the red mist is gone
I see you lying there
And wish that it could always be this way
That I could die this day
You always lying there
Me always half-baked
Without a care in the stupid world
Without a stupid world to care about
Isobel remember how it used to feel