Текст (слова) песни: Modest Mouse - Satin in a Coffin

You were laying on the carpet
like youre satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what youre sayin?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.

Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
God I sure hope you are dead.

Well you disappeared so often
like you dissolved into coffee.
Are you here right now
or are there probably fossils under your meat?

Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
God I sure hope you are dead.

Now the blows been softened,
since the air we breathes our coffin.
Well now the blows been softened,
since the ocean is our coffin.
Often times you know our laughter
is your coffin ever after.
And you know the blows been softened,
since the world is our coffin.
Well now the blows been softened
since we are our own damn coffins.
Well everybodys talkin about their short lists.
Everybodys talkin about death.

You were laying on the carpet
like youre satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what youre sayin?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.

Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
Are you dead or are you sleepin?
God, I sure hope you are dead.
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