Christine Fellows - Blueprints Lyrics
Concrete buckles, cobwebs bloom.While angles hold their breath.In backyards, buckers overturned,under picnic-grey skies.Determined to remain.To brave this load-bearing embrace.With bottle caps and paint shardsto confetti my escape.Will you teach me how to whistlewith a mouthful of nails.I can hammer, I can yell.I know this ain't no paradisebut it might mean home to me.And I'll give it up whenI have fiven everything.Will you teach me how to whistlewith a mouthful of nails.I can hammer, I can yell.Will you teach me how to whistlewith a mouthful of nails.Will you still love you if i fail.