Sick In The Head

When we were walking out to that vacant house
I kept my blood in my gut, I kept my tongue in my mouth
Though we're going because we're not quite dead
But darling, you're sick in the head

And there was no one home in that plastic box
In that widow's womb with the childproof locks
So it's not our's to say
But it was no one's to keep

Since then our bodies have formed in bed
And now we are gray
I go back to that house sometimes
To say what I need to say

Our bodies are warped and bent
And now we are blue
I go back to that house sometimes
Hoping I run into you
(Ooh, ooh)

When we were calling out to that man of men
I said we need you now
Like we did back then
We're going because we're too damn old
And nothing's making sense anymore

And now that house is gone
There's a golden lawn
There's a silver spoon
Someone's been choking on
Oh, it's not ours to say
But it's hard to explain

Since then our bodies have warped and bent
And now we are gray
I go back to that house sometimes
To see what I need to say

Our bodies are warped and bent
And now are blue
I go back to that house sometimes
Hoping I run into you