I'm a Dirty Attic

What’s so good about hungry hearts
Beating on the table when your plate is full?
I’m a body of dreams for you
Ahh, I’m a dirty attic
Milk warn monuments fill me up
If you don’t paint the ruin in the background
I was thinking about truth
Ahh, it’s not automatic
This night drives me wild, ahh, row away
It’s like I’m untied, ahh, row you say?
Well I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you
You say something like «Stop the bus
And I’ll see you in the morning when the light’s up»
I was drinking the dew
Ahh, it’s just automatic
Take care, golden hair, draw me a sky
Paint me in a picture with a new face
I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
I’m a dirty attic
This night drives me wild, ahh, row away
It’s like I’m untied, ahh, row you say?
Well I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you
And I want to make sense with you
With you
With you