Lotus Child - Lids lyrics

Lids they're found in magazines They hang like guillotines Daunting over perfect scenes Poised above my head Lids they act like autumn leaves They'll bring you in a breeze Painted nails on broken feet Strangle every step CHORUS Just, just don't jump Too high Frail girl It's not your place To look, For more than this. (x2) More than this. Lids they're sewn into your clothes They never decompose Picked apart by worms and crows Only tags remain Swimming in your blood they seize The possibilities All these years your feet were knees Darling if you please CHORUS Just, just don't jump Too high Frail girl It's not your place To look For more than this (x2) More than this. Lids over my ears Over my eyes Over my pots and pans Bring me to ah-- Lids over my ears Over my eyes Over my pots and pans Bring me to a boil Lids over my ears Over my eyes Over my pots and pans Bring me to a boil CHORUS Just, just don't jump Too high Frail girl It's not your place To look For more than this (x2) More than this. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhohhhh woahhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh!