Ian Moore - Room 229

Well the distance makes you pretty And now youre cracked and gray And your legs they move like scissors They open up the wound each time You give yourself away And Im sorry for the damage Let me lay down by your side Let me come down almost human For awhile Just for awhile So dance for me Virginia Let the leather kiss your pale white skin Id say I love you baby But Id rather keep it straight and clean CHORUS Youre torn and frayed you bleeding rose But you fall each time the wind begins to howl And on your knees these twisted prayers They fill your mouth but leave you bare It doesnt mean much to a girl whos on her own... CHORUS