Fitzroy

Fitzroy in the early months

4 planes and a well-lit bus

Locked in on the coast line

So hard to look away

Will ya be there when my bed is made?

Oooh

I've painted pictures of you in my head

Keep my delusions fed

Paint your mouth, the deepest red

Keeps my delusions fed

Fitzroy in the early months

Starting to feel like I've been here once

Locked in on the iris line

So hard to look away

Will ya be there when my bed is made?

Cuttin' holes in a leather belt

Telling you you might hurt yourself

And I watched the knife twist

So hard to look away

Gone halfway around the world just to show up late

Oooh

I've painted pictures of you in my head

Keep my delusion fed

Paint your mouth, the deepest red

Keeps my delusion fed