Rearrange Beds Lyrics
| Song | Rearrange Beds |
| Artist | An Horse |
| Album | Rearrange Beds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| That bit before you remember, | |
| Everything you want begins to blend in | |
| To bones that ache with things that you can’t spell. | |
| Rearrange beds to make sure thoughts | |
| Float straight from my house to yours. | |
| And when you’re asleep you can forget about us all. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It’s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| And when your eyes start clear up, | |
| And you come to terms with everything that you’ve got. | |
| The lies don’t fall out like they used to, | |
| They just fall straight back into you. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It’s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it’ll come in handy. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it’ll come in handy. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It’s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside. | |
| Aches that sails like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. |
| That bit before you remember, | |
| Everything you want begins to blend in | |
| To bones that ache with things that you can' t spell. | |
| Rearrange beds to make sure thoughts | |
| Float straight from my house to yours. | |
| And when you' re asleep you can forget about us all. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| And when your eyes start clear up, | |
| And you come to terms with everything that you' ve got. | |
| The lies don' t fall out like they used to, | |
| They just fall straight back into you. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it' ll come in handy. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it' ll come in handy. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside. | |
| Aches that sails like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. |
| That bit before you remember, | |
| Everything you want begins to blend in | |
| To bones that ache with things that you can' t spell. | |
| Rearrange beds to make sure thoughts | |
| Float straight from my house to yours. | |
| And when you' re asleep you can forget about us all. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| And when your eyes start clear up, | |
| And you come to terms with everything that you' ve got. | |
| The lies don' t fall out like they used to, | |
| They just fall straight back into you. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside, | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it' ll come in handy. | |
| Save a piece of string for me, | |
| Keep it safe and clean and tidy. | |
| I swear one day it' ll come in handy. | |
| Aches that sail like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| For some reason it wants you to know | |
| It' s not so happy with you. | |
| When your eyes open wide | |
| For just one second inside. | |
| Aches that sails like ships through cartilage | |
| You never did anything to. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. | |
| The mourning is your own, | |
| The mourning is your own. |
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