What do I do with your head in my hands
Falling apart
Sinking like sand
What do I say to the ghost at your door
One of us can't come around anymore
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
What do you do with my head in your hands
You're trying so hard, you just don't understand
What do you think of my shoes by the door?
Am I just a guest, am I not anymore?
You could tell the truth
If you wanted to
Where do I go when I'm left to my thoughts
I sit on your bench and I wait to be called
What do I do when the wood starts to rot
You're still making up your mind
I'm already gone
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
And yet here we are with our heads in our hands
Performing excisions, revising the scans
Why do you think that the ghost hasn't gone?
She visits less now but she'll never move on
We could tell the truth
If we wanted to
Beatrix - The Truth (feat. Georgia Parker) Lyrics
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What do I do with your head in my hands
Falling apart
Sinking like sand
What do I say to the ghost at your door
One of us can't come around anymore
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
What do you do with my head in your hands
You're trying so hard, you just don't understand
What do you think of my shoes by the door?
Am I just a guest, am I not anymore?
You could tell the truth
If you wanted to
Where do I go when I'm left to my thoughts
I sit on your bench and I wait to be called
What do I do when the wood starts to rot
You're still making up your mind
I'm already gone
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
And yet here we are with our heads in our hands
Performing excisions, revising the scans
Why do you think that the ghost hasn't gone?
She visits less now but she'll never move on
We could tell the truth
If we wanted to
Falling apart
Sinking like sand
What do I say to the ghost at your door
One of us can't come around anymore
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
What do you do with my head in your hands
You're trying so hard, you just don't understand
What do you think of my shoes by the door?
Am I just a guest, am I not anymore?
You could tell the truth
If you wanted to
Where do I go when I'm left to my thoughts
I sit on your bench and I wait to be called
What do I do when the wood starts to rot
You're still making up your mind
I'm already gone
I will tell the truth
If you want me to
And yet here we are with our heads in our hands
Performing excisions, revising the scans
Why do you think that the ghost hasn't gone?
She visits less now but she'll never move on
We could tell the truth
If we wanted to
Writer: Arielle Kasnetz, Georgia Parker
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