Porcelain Doll

Your mother runs and antique shop

She takes some stuff

I take a lot

We sleep all day

Slow resonse

I'm feeling like an after thought

I guess I'm kinda lost in space

An London's okay

She don't even ask what time it is anymore

Dressed up like it's World War 24

Sugar sweet

She loves it when it hits her teeth

The river hides the carousel

In London, oh well

Coma comes

like bullets from a candy gun

Delivers us into the sun

In London my love

She don't even ask what time it is anymore

Dressed up like it's World War 24

And if we get too high

We'll burn this town

Oh baby, bring me down

I'm all yours

I'm all yours