TV On The Radio - Playhouses

I said Playhouses swept away by the river now confound me sound me out now Like a crayon in your hand and whos little girl are you now Oh, I'd ask for this dance but I know you play like you don't know what your coarse smile exposes a recent memory of when we shit off in a and I know the woman shining down so for who? so for who? Beneath the cigarrettes and sugar shit of alchol breath I can taste the ocean on your tongue remember when we sat on the side walk of your cold block against the wall under the stars talking about love meaning Well, I wasn't dreaming I meant every word just to know your demons do you know mine, babe? are we wastin time, babe? playhouses on dead life (haunted life) broken spirits just trying to get high yeah we chose these cards but the weather changed and the river froze and went it thawed it was runnin backwards and dry now I suppose it's appropriate to cry now oh wasted time and naked lies still get wasted sometimes