Текст песни King Street - Eleni Drake

Camomile in your palms
But you ruin it with every chance
Spit blood on the floor
And throw their bodies in the morgue

Had our conversation
Sat in the car park
Well I told you I′d stay here
So you've got someone to rely on

And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don′t mind
And I saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight

You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can′t say the things I want
Cos you send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I′m all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want

You told me your brother overdosed
You wish that you spoke a little more
But let him rest easy now
And just focus on yourself

Had our conversation
Sat in your garden
Well I told you I′d stay here
But I guess that's my problem

And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don′t mind
And i saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight

You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I′m all choked up
And I can't say the things I want
You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can′t say all the things I want

No I can′t say
The things I want
No I can't say
That things I want
Oh you send me bullets
I can′t say the things I want