| This is another song written quickly on the big black piano in Moscow. I'd been playing Weller's wildwood (B minor) and this came out. Here's the lyrics: Dolls sitting on a bench say one thing then feel another then run back into your pen take the time to hurt each other and how you said that you were sad, made me glad to turn on tears then back back into your box, perfect wrap and the perfect ribbon and oh nothings ever been the same, who you gonna blame better get out get up get over dolls loving you made me insane the doctor never came moons on the wane the worlds in vain shame shame shame whos to blame Dolls black or blue we got by with love and money Dolls pink or red lying in bed it seemed so easy pour brandy lime take the time to make mine perfect then breathe out the door, then no more, no earth sky sun just you and wishing we were far away, nothing to do nowhere to go just lying around like dolls isnt it time to play, grow our hair be somewhere with fruit upon our knees, feeling the breeze...Dolls... |
