Songtexte Grandma's Song - Skittish

On a chair in her room is a scrapbook full of things she meant to do
She died at three AM on Madison street,
and left a house filled up with broken dreams
Maybe when i die, i'll leave nothing behind.
she had a garden full of private thoughts and secret memories.
If you could fit my life into a suitcase, then i wouldn't care at all
But if you could fit my life into a
sentence, then i have wasted it all
Clip this bird from her wire.
a fickle fondling of fragile fire. a silent sanctuary left in ease,
To bicker over things they'll never need.
maybe when i die, i'll find some peace and quiet
Slit the throat of status quo and buckle at
the knees. i've done my duty well and good,
Accumulated all i could.
i buy and consume everything just to leave it all behind
It's an anchor, it's a weight
It keeps you docile, keeps you here to stay
All her life she wanted something more
The hardest part is getting out your door