Sinking Statues
Jane Dire
It's like a fever, can't tell what's right
But I'm your unholy ghost
Conducting business, dead of the night
Ate the early bird with toast
Do you dream about me when you're
Scrubbing yourself clean, angel
I am an artist, I am the man
And a believer
Oh my God, I've sinned again
I've pictured you with me lockstep
Created a misfire, blew up the chateau
Called you Francois, when you're more of a Bardot
I am a fever, I am myth and I'll grow
Cause sinking statues still get poems, even
Can you believe it? It's so far then and gone
I've exceeded and depleted horrors, all were self-born
Do you dream about me when you're
Writing down your demons, angel
You are a camera, you are the ocean
And a canvas of feelings
Oh my God, I've sinned again
I've pictured you with me lockstep
Created a misfire, blew up the chateau
Called you Francois, when you're more of a Bardot
I am a fever, I am myth, and I'll grow
Cause sinking statues still get poems, even
It's fine
I'm right
Even when I'm wrong
It's fine
Oh I'm right
Even when I'm wrong, baby
It's fine
Oh I'm right
Even when I'm wrong, darling
It's fine
Oh I'm right
Even when I'm wrong
Even when I'm wrong
Even when I'm wrong
Oh my God, I've sinned again
I've pictured you with me lockstep
Created a misfire, blew up the chateau
Called you Francois, when you're more of a Bardot
I am a fever, I am myth, and I'll grow
Cause sinking statues still get poems, even
Sinking statues still get poems, even
Sinking statues still get poems, even
Sinking statues still get poems, even
Oh write it for me, yeah
Write it for me yeah
But honey, what's my name?