Keep Your Teeth - Planes Mistaken For Stars

Boy you held your head a bit too high, and what’d you get?

Cut off at the neck, and what’d you get?

Cut off at the neck

Boy you held your head a bit too high and what’d you get, cut off at the neck,

and there is a line of angels eight miles high just waiting to shit down it

I was told (the doctor said), Dry out fast or drown slow

I said, I know, I know, you should call a priest, I do believe I’m about

through breathing

I’ve turned on everyone I’ve loved and everything I knew

I’ve done turned blue

I lost my faith a bottle deep on Bowery and Broom

So sleep, sister sleep, and dream, me broken at your feet

So sleep, sister sleep, and dream, me broken at your feet

Sleep sister, sleep

I’ve turned on everyone I’ve loved and everything I knew

I’ve done turned blue

I lost my faith a bottle deep on Bowery and Broom, now let me be weak,

now let us sleep