The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
The Kills
Take a drink of my red wine
I've got enough to go around
Take a drink of mine
I've got enough to go around
'Til you're drunk 'til you're high 'til you're fake, 'til you're crushed
Come into my shipwreck
Half the time we just sit around
Talkin' shit over sour milk
Waitin' for the rain to come down
'Til you're drunk 'til you're high 'til you're fake 'til you're crushed 'til you're red 'til you're superpowerless
Take the weight off my mind
I got enough to slow you down
Take a cut of mine-oh-mine
I've got enough to go around
Leave me when you're giving in
When you're last little lie is out
I'll show you just how dark it gets
When the sun really does go down
'Til you're drunk 'til you're high 'til you're fake 'til you're crushed 'til you're red 'til you're superpowerless
'Til you're drunk 'til you're high 'til you're fake 'til you're crushed 'til you're dead 'til you're superpowerless
Everything is okay
If everything stays the same
'Til you're drunk 'til you're high 'til you're fake 'til you're crushed 'til you're red 'til you're superpowerless
We had done a demo of it that had this magic about it. We did something wrong. The timing in the song was wrong, we made a mistake, and it was the most beautiful mistake that we tried to repeat and we never quite could. And it was because of that demo that was so magical that we could never get over...