Ian Moore

Room 229



Well the distance makes you pretty And now you’re cracked and gray And your legs they move like scissors They open up the wound each time You give yourself away And I’m sorry for the damage Let me lay down by your side Let me come down almost human For awhile Just for awhile So dance for me Virginia Let the leather kiss your pale white skin I’d say I love you baby But I’d rather keep it straight and clean CHORUS You’re torn and frayed you bleeding rose But you fall each time the wind begins to howl And on your knees these twisted prayers They fill your mouth but leave you bare It doesn’t mean much to a girl who’s on her own... CHORUS