Small Town Sleeper Blue Skies Red
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
You can figure out
Shame, shame
I know more than your name
It’s a constant situation
And the drama's always here
Well, there's no sweat
Off your sweater
And there's no love
in your love letters to me
But I have faith
That some day you'll figure out
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
Blame, blame
I know that is your game
I hear more than just beside myself
When you're folding and
there's no sweat
Off your sweater
And there's no love
in your love letters to me
But I have faith
That some day you'll figure out
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
If you can speak with a finger in each ear
And a foot that's in your mouth
Oh, in your mouth
Then you can figure out
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
You're cutting me
That's the problem
Don't want one knife
I want all of them
You're coloring my blue skies
You're coloring my blue skies red
