Lyrics

Dead Things

I'm fixing a room at the top of the stairs
Where I keep all your things under lock and key.
Old bones and sea shells and dried flowers,
And other dead things you gave to me.
I'm sorry if I was cruel to you,
It's nothing that I chose to be.
Cause I sent you away now I can't have you
I just have the dead things you gave to me.

But I'm shooting blue rays of true true love to you.

You went to my brother's he lives in the city
He told me that he'd take good care of you.
I called on the phone to see how you were doing
He said you'd be back in a day or two.
He put the phone on the bedside table,
I heard the bed creak as you moved
Then you called out his name, were you glad that you came?
Was it as good for me as it was for you?

But I'm shooting blue rays of true true love to you.

I'm cleaning the room at the top of the stairs
Where I keep all your things under lock and key.
Old bones and sea shells and dried flowers
And other dead things you gave to me.
I forgive you if you were cruel to me,
There's one thing I've got to do
Cause I got me a gun and I'm comin' to visit
And I brought be some dead things to give to you.

And I'm still shooting blue rays of true true love to you.