Running on these rocky roads
My hand's sliding down a picket fence.
Stubborn child, ignoring the signs:
“DON’T PLAY WITH THE PICKET FENCE”
Barbed-wire fence that cuts my hands,
Picket hands that play defense...
“Girl, keep your distance,
Don’t play near this fence”.
This picket fence,
That playful fence,
Don’t touch the fence,
Don’t cross the fence!
You nasty sticky picket tease,
You tricked me, you scratched my knees,
You tripped me, you bruised my face,
You lost me, you broke my faith.
“I didn’t mean to cause offence”,
Muttered the playful fence,
“I just wanted us to be friends”,
Just playing dirty little games.
This picket fence,
Not so playful fence…
Don’t touch the fence,
Don’t cross the fence.
Don’t touch the fence, please,
Don't cross the fence, no,
Just remember to keep your distance.
credits
from Русалка EP,
track released February 15, 2012
(P) Crimson Muddle
Recorded at Le Bruit Blanc
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