Box Cutters Songtext
von Amanda Shires

Shots from a gun, lightning, and rain
In a thunderstorm, it all sounds the same

See, I been thinking box cutters and a warm bath
A rose-petaled, eyes-closed collapse

To go finally to sleep
To rest, to rest, a beautiful dream
Beautiful dream

Plum wine, warms the veins
Russian roulette is a winnin′ game

Fall from a tractor into the blades
The sun comes up, just your bones remain


To go finally to sleep
To rest, to rest, a beautiful dream
Beautiful dream

Carbon monoxide in the garage
Put the seat back, turn the engine on
Let it run

Drown in the waves, ocean, and blue
Let go, let go, let 'em think
You didn′t mean to

To go finally to sleep
To rest, to rest, a beautiful dream
Beautiful dream