Bombed

Bombed - Mark Lanegan

Written by：Mark Lanegan

Love there are flowers hangin' in the vine

So high you cannot see

Now my mind must go on holiday

Torn from it's hook

A broken valentine

I see the smoke from a revolver

Will I get hit

I hardly care

When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum

Gum

And look too long

Straight at the morning sun

Love there are flowers along the avenue

All things perfectly

In place

I build a shrine

I set a monument

Because you're fire

Because you're a fire escape