Slobberbone - (I Can Tell) Your Love Is Waning lyrics

rate me

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me,

Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know you there

As you're lying in the bathtub with shampoo in your hair

And the radio is playing some fucked up country song

And sorta like us it's sad and sweet, but it won't last for long

'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

I don't know

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know your there

As you're lying in the bathtub running water through your hair

And the radio is plays "Mack the Knife" ...

And I begin to think as I pull myself a steak knife from the bottom of the kitchen sink

'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

I still don't know ... I don't know

Not much in this trailer, now

A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,

A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me,

Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.

There's a baby in the bedroom -- doesn't know your there

As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your hair

And the radio plays so damn loud I can't hear myself think

As I wash the blood from my fingers and the knife in the bathroom sink

'Cause I could tell your love was waning from the looks and smell of it,

Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell is shit

But I know that if we could just get past, these foul moods we're in

We could drive on down the highway, girl, with all our windows rolled down once again