Artist: Butcher Boy
Album: Profit In Your Poetry
Chime, chime, chime, you chime like a melody. So comfortably lashed to sleeve, so settled into the rhyme. So I can see the detail so beautifully, the snow and the crane and the tree, your eyes reflecting my eyes.
I think I understand why you make do, so secretly I paint the mirrors blue. I can see you sleep and see you bleed, and I can see the profit in your poetry.
Shine, shine, shine with each Ayrshire syllable, initally lashed to the wall then written into the rhyme. But I can see the details are killing me, the dust on the crockery, the uselessness of the ride.
I think I understand why you make do, I'm falling in a world that dotes on you. Where I can see you sleep and see you bleed but there's no need for pity or for parity.
I think I understand why you make do and I refuse to turn my back on you. I have seen you sleep and seen you bleed but don't let this be your only memory of me.
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|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|
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