TV on the Radio Follow

Playhouses

Swept away by the river now

Confounded

Sound it out now

Vodka cran in your hand and whose litte girl are you now?

Oh I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how

What your coy smile exposes

A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses

And I know the moon above is shining down

But not for our love

So for who?

So for who?

Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath

I can taste the ocean of your tongue

Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block

Against the wall under the stars

Talking about love's meaning

Well, I wasn't dreaming

I meant every word

Just didn't know your demons

Do you know mine, babe?

Are we wasting time, babe?

Playhouses

Haunted by

Broken spirits

Just trying to get high

Well we chose this course but

The weather changed

And the river froze

And when it thawed it was running

Backwards and dry now

I suppose it's appropriate to cry now

Over wasted time

And naked lies

Still get wasted sometimes