Wednesday, October 7, 2009

.fill.us.with.the.sun.

I love everything about this:




In your heart of chambers where you sit
with your picture books and your ancient wit
In that nook I found you so old and tired
would you be the one to carry me?
I'd like to be someone you could finally learn to love again

Made our iron bed side cold as graves so we stoke the organs
that may comfort grace and they conjured spirits to make you smile would you be my long time baby?

I'd like to be someone you could finally learn to breathe
at our sides let's take the time to mend these smiles to get them could make it home love is surprises live our own lives

In our beds we're the lucky ones
filled with the sun
In our beds we're the lucky ones
fill us with the sun

:: Beach House - Heart of Chambers ::

the girl nextdoor is always screaming.


The Chelsea hotel in NYC, Room 100 is where it's said, Sid Vicious killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen in 1978. Feed me cocktails, let's fall in love then end it all on the bathroom floor.