Artist: Butcher Boy
Album: Profit In Your Poetry
I'm so happy to see that you've grown so tall. And you can write to me and tell what's so wonderful about the sickle on my knee. It means the world to me to see you fall asleep, the feel your breathe against my cheek, so southern and sorry.
I sketched the afternoon in slate. I watched the evening change from blue to pink to black to grey. And in the morning you arrived. I think of how I look through bluer eyes than mine. Am I brittle, bruised and bright? Or flattered and resigned?
A girl makes you cry...
And you may be closer than I've been. But I don't mind, it's only shoulders, eyes, and arms and knees. I pull the stories to my chest. I let myself believe the one that I like best, a little pressure on my neck is all I ever wanted.
|1||Profit In Your Poetry|
|2||There Is No-One Who Can Tell You Where You've Been|
|3||Trouble And Desire|
|4||Keep Your Powder Dry|
|5||I Know Who You Could Be|
|6||Girls Make Me Sick|
|7||Day Like These Will Be The Death Of Me|
|8||I Lost Myself|
|10||I Could Be In Love With Anyone|
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|Butcher Boy - Profit In Your Poetry Album Lyrics|
|1.||Profit In Your Poetry|
|2.||There Is No-One Who Can Tell You Where You've Been|
|3.||Trouble And Desire|
|4.||Keep Your Powder Dry|
|5.||I Know Who You Could Be|
|6.||Girls Make Me Sick|
|7.||Day Like These Will Be The Death Of Me|
|8.||I Lost Myself|
|10.||I Could Be In Love With Anyone|
|1||Every Other Saturday|
|2||Your Cousins And I|
|4||Whistle And I'll Come To You|
|5||I Am The Butcher|
|8||Empire Of The Sun|
|9||Empire Of The Sun|
|10||The Black Ghosts|