Let's buy a house in the South of France
You'll fill it with guitars, I'll fill it with plants
I'll learn to be happy with what I have
And you'll walk into town with my heart in your hands
Most misfortunate fantasies land
In the mouths of waiting dogs
I live in my head, but my head's in the sand
You live in hell among pillars of salt
Is it easier being honest
Because it's difficult being quiet
I wish you beauty I'll never promise
Sometimes I wish you'd just let me die
Most misfortunate fantasies land
In the mouths of waiting dogs
I live in my head, but my head's in the sand
You live in hell among pillars of salt
Is it easier being honest
Because it's difficult being quiet
I wish you beauty I'll never promise
Sometimes I wish you'd just let me die