Claws Tracking — текст песни (Spoon)

You could feel, a lot of doubt
On the runway, and in her murder walk, you could tell
Maybe it`s how she fell
When she saw you, maybe it`s how she fell
Like some bright orange pumps
It was the murder mystery she didn`t want
She put her claws deep in your arm and
It made the tracks go all red
Pull yourself together, hon.
Or heaven`s just in your head.
When the bulbs had all broke and hit the ground
There was hardly any sound, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Then you see a lot of doubt... and then they knew
All along it was you.
It`s too late now
Cause breaking up`s hard to do