Help Me Roada Songtext
von Looker

The night we talked about breaking my heart I fell asleep with my face in the couch.
The shock of the news sinking in to my bones, watching TV while the neighbors moaned.
In the morning when we worked it out, just a passing storm cloud you said.
A plastic smile from the foot of the bed, how was I to know it was up ahead?
The night our castle made of sand melted into the dirty halls.
I tried be strong but made myself small, tracking your shadows on the wall.
Oh, help me Roada.
Oh, this time it′s bad. I think I lost the best thing that I ever had.
The day you almost broke my heart I rode my bike on the edge of town, and hated the sun for shining so strong and hated the runners for moving on.
The night you almost broke my heart, every bar was playing some song while friends brought me drinks and passed me along til a welcome sleep helped me but not for that long.
Oh, help me Roada.
Oh, this time it's bad.
I think I lost the best thing that I ever had.
In the morning when I came around I had to tell you the things that I saw.
A tall dark plant that doesn′t need too much light, a glass of molasses, rum and crushed ice, the warm blue glow of grenadine light, a tug on my belt loop when I get too close to the tracks, the best thing that I ever had, the best thing that I ever had.