Porcelain Doll
Your mother runs and antique shop
She takes some stuff
I take a lot
We sleep all day
Slow resonse
I'm feeling like an after thought
I guess I'm kinda lost in space
An London's okay
She don't even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like it's World War 24
Sugar sweet
She loves it when it hits her teeth
The river hides the carousel
In London, oh well
Coma comes
like bullets from a candy gun
Delivers us into the sun
In London my love
She don't even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like it's World War 24
And if we get too high
We'll burn this town
Oh baby, bring me down
I'm all yours
I'm all yours
