Text: Kisschasy. Water On A Stove.

My hair weeps for air, a shower and a comb
She?s clean enough for me and looks good in yellow
Dissolved in alcohol but she?s in perfect care
The queen of my worst dreams but her biggest nightmare

And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes
You?re still light and you still shine yellow

Watch days evaporate like water on a stove
I?d find it easier to get blood out of a stone
I wrote this song slow to make it go mainstream
So all the people know that you?re my favorite bad scene

And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes
You?re still light and you still shine yellow

I can?t get thoughts like this on a Monday
I think I?ll sleep in anyway
I can?t get thoughts like this on a Monday
I think I?ll sleep in anyway

Hey

And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud

And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes
You?re still light and you still shine yellow

And you shine, yellow