Crimes of the Heart - Waxahatchee

Lyrics by：Katie Crutchfield

Composed by：Katie Crutchfield

Produced by：Brad Cook

I got off at your stop at my stock's sudden drop

I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight taciturn inanimate

I can sit on your shelf like ashes foretell

A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through

Take a shortcut

& I coulda called I suppose I'm the thorn on your rose

I'm the emperor's new clothes

& I make it look easier every time

If you'da left it to me who knows where we would be

Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine

Survey my breaker like cheap wine

You let it in sometimes

A floodgate you can pantomime

You let it in sometimes

In every crime of the heart you'll rip yourself apart

It's outsider art provokes every emotion

& it may bewilder a few it's an unpleasant view

You're an agent of truth twisted up at the tail end

You play the villain like a violin

It comes from within

Darkness you can befriend

It comes from within

It's a dead end

Don't overextend

Hail the darkness you can befriend

It's a dead end

Don't overextend

Hail the darkness you can befriend