Paroles : Dying Is a Beautiful Thing to Do

It was the summer I learned to love politics and Elliott Smith 'cause you did
Swinging in the backyard, wind in my hair and words, you're playing it cool like a kid

But I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime
You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do
By your side

I bleed on paper so the fact of the fiction is alive on the page when I'm gone
Coming undone in dark corridors
We're catching our breath just for a moment
And I could waste all of my timе in between the lines

'Causе I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime
You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do
By your side
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Every movement in my rear view
And every place in reference to you
If nothing else, can I be your regret years from now?

I'm the kind of girl that you write songs about
Mystery you can't get out your head before you sleep at night
Once in a lifetime
You're taking pictures you can't bear to lose
Be the artist to my muse
I think dying is a beautiful thing to do
By your side