Letra de Still Life - Joan Of Arc

you've got such a pretty voice but you gotta get so fucked up to sing.
fucking clutzes funny boning moaning "yea".
ou're dumbteen bumteen cumteen runtteen plumteen bumpteen dumpteen runteen pumpteen years old.
you say it's the Veda Pierce in me versus the bell hooks in me. pointillist communication.
trapped in grammar and calendars.
all this whitebread makes me wonder.
and dear lord for poor fiona. swore on some music awards she wish'd she'd never been born.
in a language of such sighs, and you.
you're always using cooing.