Lives Of Crime - Fruit Bats

Oh

Don't you grieve

Don't cry

Don't weep

Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me

You gotta have the heart of a lion

Hey don't you sigh

Don't sigh

Don't breath

Your breath is just the air on which you drift away from me

You gotta have the lungs of a whale

Past packing day and it's ok

Past packing day and it's ok

Once was coming down to the wire

Hey don't you look

Don't look

Don't see

Your vision's just the road on which you drive away from me

You gotta have a love like a fire

Past packing day and it's ok

Past packing day and it's ok

We're just a product of these times

And must not atone for lives of crime