Thirsty-Pope Jane

[ti:Thirsty] [ar:Pope Jane] [al:Relief] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Thirsty - Pope Jane [00:22.94]She bursts the blister she is making [00:26.46] [00:27.86]Pushing pens and paper through the night [00:31.42] [00:34.03]And inside her something's breaking [00:37.08] [00:39.01]No control can hold the leaking pipe [00:42.20] [00:45.26]So she whispers in a bottle [00:49.74] [00:50.35]Secrets that Drambuie won't repeat [00:53.70] [00:56.68]Her passion's burning out her throttle [01:01.01] [01:01.74]Melting down the structure she believes [01:06.49]She was so thirsty [01:10.21]Like dust in the eyes of the crucified [01:12.84]Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried [01:15.38] [01:16.07]Thirsty [01:18.57]Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats [01:21.90]Like desert sands blowing in wool coats [01:24.55]Like not a lime left there on the boat [01:26.91]When the salty current slows [01:29.08] [01:29.62]So thirsty [01:32.16] [01:33.59]She says that she could easily own him [01:36.86] [01:38.42]All her charm would drown him in his skin [01:42.27] [01:44.92]It'd be no effort to control him [01:48.21] [01:50.63]The power in it was the win [01:53.10] [01:56.18]And so she lights another candle [02:00.84] [02:01.91]The moonlight burning up the grass [02:04.84] [02:07.68]Did she bite off more than she can handle [02:12.11] [02:12.79]She throws her gates wide open [02:14.82]And she gives up all she has [02:17.76]She was so thirsty [02:21.48]Like dust in the eyes of the crucified [02:24.32]Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried [02:27.39]Thirsty [02:29.89]Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats [02:33.24]Like desert sands blowing in wool coats [02:36.06]Like not a lime left there on the boat [02:38.20]When the salty current slows [02:40.57] [02:41.25]So thirsty [02:43.74] [02:46.52]So thirsty [02:50.64] [02:53.94]She'd like to keep things in a bubble [02:57.23] [02:59.01]Where nobody would know her deep within [03:02.88] [03:05.62]Except this concept gives her trouble [03:08.79] [03:10.70]As more of who she is sinks through her skin [03:14.50] [03:17.40]So she whispers to her angels [03:22.54]Guide her through the landmines in her soul [03:26.32] [03:28.99]Help take the shackles off her ankles [03:33.82]Let her run to the one who's begun [03:36.16]To keep her full [03:38.95]She was so thirsty [03:42.84]Like dust in the eyes of the crucified [03:45.61]Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried [03:48.70]Thirsty [03:51.22]Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats [03:54.58]Like desert sands blowing in wool coats [03:57.40]Like not a lime left there on the boat [03:59.62]When the salty current slows [04:01.89] [04:02.72]So thirsty [04:05.20] [04:07.73]She was so thirsty one the able [04:11.53]Like dust in the eyes of the crucified [04:14.24]Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried [04:16.90] [04:17.44]Thirsty one the able [04:19.88]Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats [04:23.20]Like desert sands blowing in wool coats [04:26.23]Like not a lime left there on the boat [04:28.74]When the salty current slows [04:30.82] [04:31.59]So thirsty [04:35.26] [04:36.72]So thirsty