Вершы: Odds. Break The Bed.

I live under a giant cloud
Well, it's my shield and it's my shroud
At home on the range but alone in a crowd
I plug my ears when it gets too loud

So get that kinky noise out on the stage
With your spinning curls in a purple rage
The sun in our eyes and the burning sage
You're all alone then you turn the page

Could it be? Yeah, it could be
Could it be that you're for me?
I'm looking right to your head
Talking to you seems to wake the dead
With what now you just said
I think we're gonna break the bed

Hands in the air and knees on the ground
Don't be surprised if I fall around
We were over the water when the plane went down
It was over my head and you let me drown

Could it be? Yeah, it could be
Could it be that you're for me?
I'm looking right to your head
Talking to you is gonna wake the dead
With what now you just said
I think we're gonna break the bed