Guggenheim Grotto Her Beautiful Ideas
VERSE 1
she used to say about love,
that it should come from above
and it should come from below
she used to say my love
were the lips of a saint
and the hips of a whore
and when we'd walk along the street she'd say
if it rains now, i hope to God it pours
and with her beautiful ideas,
she'd cut me in half, clean this broad sword.. and now
i~
REF.
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore.. yeah
and now my~
my heart hangs warm and weak like an old wide door
and now i~
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore~
VERSE 2
she used to say that magic was the edge
and sides should guard
they were the size of a copper panic, please
yeah and its far better to keep it spinning and
spinning and spinning
before one side my will fall and freeze
oh and what i feel what she point out the waves and say
under there
thats where were going to sleep
you know once you let it slip
that i was the best of the beautiful ideas
and now i~
REF
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore.. yeah
and now my~
my heart hangs warm and weak like an old wide door
and now i~
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore~
VERSE 3
she used to say
"lets get naked and get under the sheets" X 8
REF.
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore.. yeah
and now my~
my heart hangs warm and weak like an old wide door
and now i~
i just cant seem to get outta bed anymore YEAHH~
