The Good Life - Night and Day Lyrics
I know a girl with cuts on her legsI think that she hates the way she was madeBut we never spoke of why they were thereI just squeezed them and kissed themUntil we both felt a bit betterAnd now I've returned to the town where she dwellsThat cold lonely cabin her grandfather builtI suppose that's where she's imprisoned herselfTo write all those words she's too scared to tellThose sad, short stories of a girl curled up in her shellNight and day she tends to her barShe pours the drinks, they pour out their heartsAll that sorrow and alcohol weighs hard on her thoughtsSo she writes them downShe loves them allAnd when we'd make love, she'd stare in my eyesI swore we had met a thousand timesThousands of livesThousands of nightsShe's written of it a thousand timesNight and day she tends to her barShe pours me a drink for my parched heartAll my sorrow's in alcoholShe holds up the cup to my cracked lipsFor a kiss