Not Logical - Swans



She'll go down there to nowhere soon

She'll stand there still with her head in the moon

I will be her nowhere man

We're not named until the end

Ooh ooh

That girl was so much better than me

But it always goes wrong

There's no cure for the lonely

With loneliness she'll sink in the sand

I feel the heat go out of her hand

We were born with our face to the wall

We only have one chance to crawl

When we laid down there I held your hand

And never feel your body again

Ooh ooh

Cut down the preacher, he just lies

Burn all the books that closed my mind

Destroy it all, it's all untrue

How can I even breathe without you?



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