Sick in the Head

When we were walking out to that vacant house

I kept my blood in my gut, I kept my tongue in my mouth

Though we're going because we're not quite dead

But darling, you're sick in the head

And there was no one home in that plastic box

In that widow's womb with the childproof locks

So it's not our's to say

But that's no one's to keep

Since then our bodies have formed in bed

And now we are gray

I go back to that house sometimes

To say what I need to say

Our bodies are warped and bent

And now we are blue

I go back to that house sometimes

Hoping I run into you

(Oooh Oooh)

When we were calling out to that man of men

I said we need you now

Like we did back then

We're going because we're too damn old

And nothing's making sense anymore

And now that house is gone

There's a golden lawn

There's a silver spoon

Someone's been choking on

Oh, it's not our's to say

But it's hard to explain

Since then our bodies have warped and bent

And now we are gray

I go back to that house sometimes

To see what I need to say

Our bodies are warped and bent

And now we are blue

I go back to that house sometimes

Hoping I run into you