The Rock - Deer Tick

My love for you is old, but new.

I’d give the rock to only you.

It is the piece that can’t break through

The window of our love.

Don’t paint my picture

Sleeping on the ground

Come on!

Little sister,

You know what you have found

The heart, beaten like a sinner.

The sweat, melting like a bad trip.

Uuuuu, the rock sits there dead!

Don’t hold me closer

It’s all too sweet to last.

Come on!

Fellow gonner,

The glory days have passed

the lungs, crazy for your perfume

the tongue, praying for renewal

Uuuuu, the rock no interest.

Don’t paint my picture

Sleeping on the ground

Come on!

Little sister,

You know what you have found.