Dusty Beds - Fences
If I knew her doubt was at stake,
between her legs
And fucking catch me leaving,
'cause life's that way
I'll stay in drowned, inside her mouth
She'll kiss me and she'll sniff me and
she'll keep me around
Inside her purse, like a chorus and a verse
Neatly on some paper
with a heart on down the words
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Wooden beans and gritting teeth
A cheque is on the freezer
can you sign it for me?
with no ideal, no self-esteem
This place is a coffin and I'm ready to leave
I'm drying out, yes, in and out
Can't make my fucking mind
I'd better figure it out
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Roll over and touch me, angel
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Nothing ever happens （happens, happens）
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Nothing ever happens （happens, happens）
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Nothing ever happens （nothing ever happens）
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds
Nothing ever happens （nothing ever happens）
Nothing ever happens on dusty beds