TV on the Radio - Playhouses (iTunes Live Session)

Playhouses Swept away by the river now Confounded Sound it out now Vodka cran in your hand and whose little girl are you now? Oh, I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how What your coy smile exposes A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses And I know the moon above is shining down But not for our love So for who? Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath I can taste the ocean of your tongue Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block Against the wall under the stars Talking about love's meaning Well, I wasn't dreaming I meant every word Just didn't know your demons Do you know mine, babe? Are we wasting time, babe? Playhouses Haunted by Broken spirits Just trying to get high Well we chose this course but The weather changed And the river froze And when it thawed it was running Backwards and dry now I suppose it's appropriate to cry now Over wasted time And naked lies Still get wasted sometimes