We Don’t Eat - James Vincent McMorrow
the same old lines, the same old stories,of breathless trains and worn down glories.
Melts my heart and gives me goosebumps, every time.
We don’t eat until your father’s at the table and we don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
Am I an honest man and true? Have I been good to you at all? Oh I’m so tired of playing these games We’d just be running...