Braille Songtext
von Regina Spektor

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn′t been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she named the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold candles from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
′Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window
And she knew they'd be destined to become sacred roadkill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heaven shaking
Thinking about poodles and puddles and mistakes


′Cause it′s been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold candles from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
′Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
And she thought about the irony as she stared back at the moon

She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying, "Well, why don′t I begin again with turpentine and patches
With cold, cold candles from the can?
After all, I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It′s just that he's not around to play along
Yeah, I'm still an asshole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What′s written in braille upon my skin

All this skin"


She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor and lying
Lying and counting stretch