Lyrics
Easy to love
Easy to kill
If your love doesn't kill me, my heartbreak sure will
Why did you write
The perfect song for sitting around on a Sunday night
And poison the sound?
The sound
The sound
The sound
The sound
Someone said I
Should separate the actions and art of the writers I like
But it got inside
Crawled into my brain and trashed the place until it died
Why did you write
The perfect song for driving around on a southern night?
I went to your show
And I sang along in the rafters and let you into my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
Easy to kill
If your love doesn't kill me, my heartbreak sure will
Why did you write
The perfect song for sitting around on a Sunday night
And poison the sound?
The sound
The sound
The sound
The sound
Someone said I
Should separate the actions and art of the writers I like
But it got inside
Crawled into my brain and trashed the place until it died
Why did you write
The perfect song for driving around on a southern night?
I went to your show
And I sang along in the rafters and let you into my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind