Jordan Reyne Millstones Lyrics

Millstones Lyrics

Hey baby, Alice is home.  

she's so dry she could catch fire.  

The
colours on the TV are tired.  

The voice on the radio higher.  



Bored, bored and boring again.  

Itching like she could grow wings  

the cat smiles disembodied  

one wave of its tail stings.  



You paint me so faceless  

ignorance is contagious  

attractive
hand of the dying.  

You spit your cold pity  

like folded rainbows
at me  

so ugly  

souls of the crying  



The world is
shrinking again.  

Don't mock- you can eat me.  

The swim is long
and lucid  

to float with the tide is easy.