Spirit Of The West - Milk, Tea & Oranges lyrics

I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table It read milk, tea, and oranges It read bullets for the pistol Between the ashtray flowing over And your lucky No. 7's Do I take this with a grain of salt Tequila and a lemon? You think I'm breaking, am I breaking? Breaking up inside Worrying myself sick over what your note implies I found your fond farewell upon the kitchen table It read milk, tea, and oranges. It said bullets for the pistol All you left me was your shadow It was lost and lying there Looking somewhat slighted crumpled in my favourite chair You think I'm breaking, am I breaking? Breaking up inside Worrying myself sick over what your note implies How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes Good-bye, goodluck, goodbye I burnt your offering, Swept it out the window And it floated past the second floor Towards the busy people Who walking for a breath of air Were breathing you instead As you gently drifted down to touch their simple heads You think I'm breaking, am I breaking? Breaking up inside Worrying myself sick over what your note implies How my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyes Good-bye, goodluck, goodbye I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table It read milk, tea, and oranges. It read bullets for the pistol...