Ruby Cumulous Songtext
Once my lover, now she’s dressed up in gold.
Silk and cedar, sleeping out in the cold.
Got my badge, got my gun, got my anger.
She didn’t wanna sleep alone that night. (Who would say no? who would say no?)
I didn’t answer when she called that night (Oh my god, twenty years old, twenty years old)
Now when I close my eyes I see her face. Cause the love you give is the love you take and the heart you hold is the one you break.
It’s my behavior that I abhor.
I was her savior and she was my scapegoat.
Ruby cumulous, In an alley alone.
Dial the number, but there’s nobody home.
Got my foil, got my fire, got my sorrow.
She didn’t wanna sleep alone that night. (Who would say no? who would say no?)
I didn’t answer when she called that night (Oh my god, twenty years old, twenty years old)
Now when I close my eyes I see her face. Cause the love you give is the love you take and the heart you hold is the one you break.
It’s my behavior that I abhor.
I was her savior and she was my scapegoat.
Like paper angels, strung in a row.
Drunk with inertia, they never grow old.
Silk and cedar, sleeping out in the cold.
Got my badge, got my gun, got my anger.
She didn’t wanna sleep alone that night. (Who would say no? who would say no?)
I didn’t answer when she called that night (Oh my god, twenty years old, twenty years old)
Now when I close my eyes I see her face. Cause the love you give is the love you take and the heart you hold is the one you break.
It’s my behavior that I abhor.
I was her savior and she was my scapegoat.
Ruby cumulous, In an alley alone.
Dial the number, but there’s nobody home.
Got my foil, got my fire, got my sorrow.
She didn’t wanna sleep alone that night. (Who would say no? who would say no?)
I didn’t answer when she called that night (Oh my god, twenty years old, twenty years old)
Now when I close my eyes I see her face. Cause the love you give is the love you take and the heart you hold is the one you break.
It’s my behavior that I abhor.
I was her savior and she was my scapegoat.
Like paper angels, strung in a row.
Drunk with inertia, they never grow old.