Tv On The Radio

Playhouses
Swept away by the river now
Confounded
Sound it out now
Vodka cran in your hand and whose litte girl are you now?
Oh I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how
What your coy smile exposes
A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses
And I know the moon above is shining down
But not for our love
So for who?
So for who?
Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
I can taste the ocean of your tongue
Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block
Against the wall under the stars
Talking about love's meaning
Well, I wasn't dreaming