Beach House - Master Of None lyrics

rate me

You always to the parties

To pluck the feathers off all the birds

On your knees

I will not beg you please

I want your picture but not your words

You know they want it, but there's no verse

On your own

But you can not call it your all

We always wrung our heads too much

We know the reasons, but such and such

On your own,

You will not catch your unknown

We run our fingers together

you know it's easy, devil's plan

On your own,

You can not call me your all

Jack of all trades

Master of none

Cry all the time

Cause I'm not having fun

You always want to be forgiven

The devil does what you ask of him

On your knees

But you can not; you will not agree