Crooked Frame Songtext
von Alejandro Escovedo

I′m glad you didn't stick
To my fingers like a tremble
A wasted fortune spent
On things we never felt inside
I count the footsteps
That take me far away from you
Because I stayed too long
Inside this crooked frame

I′m glad you didn't spend
The night like you had promised
I'd have to stretch the truth
To say that I was sorry
And now I laugh aloud
At things that aren′t that funny
Because I stayed too long
Inside your crooked frame


I could burn my clothes
And I would be alright
I could burn the photographs
And be alright
I could burn the postcards
I would be alright
And I would smile for the first time
Without thinking of you

I′m glad you didn't stick
To my fingers like honey
I′d have to stretch the truth
To say that you were pretty
And now I laugh aloud
At things that aren't quite funny
Because I stayed too long
Inside your crooked frame

Well I could burn my clothes
And I would be alright
I could burn the photographs
And be alright
I could burn the postcards
I would be alright
And I would smile for the first time
Without thinking of you

Without thinking of you
Without thinking of you

Without thinking of you