Amanda Shires - Box Cutters lyrics

Shots from a gun, lightning and rain, in a thunderstorm it all sounds the same. See, I been thinking box cutters and a warm bath, a rose-petaled, eyes-closed collapse To go finally to sleep To rest, to rest, a beautiful dream, beautiful dream. Plum wine warms the veins. Russian roulette is a winning game. Fall from a tractor into the blades. The sun comes up, just your bones remain. To go finally to sleep. To rest, to rest, a beautiful dream, beautiful dream. Carbon monoxide in the garage, Put the seat back, turn the engine on, Let it run. Drown in the waves, ocean and blue Let go let go, Let 'em think... you didn't mean to. To go finally to sleep. To rest, to rest. a beautiful dream, beautiful dream. [Thanks to Thomas Mooney for lyrics]