The Kills - Blank

I'm blank
Just being frank
I'm not even blue
A blank
Stranger on tape
Talking over you

A daffodil
Hangs its head
It don't care
For love
If love is gone

You walk away
No harm, no foul
Ow, ow, ow
Whoever you are
Who was I to love you?
Turn the place upside down
No sign of you
Now, now, now
Nothing on the wall
It's like I dreamt it all

I'm blank
Numb as a fool
What's it to you?
A blank
City awake
Always jumping through

Smoke rings
Making jokes with
The late-night crew
About love
When love is gone

You're walking away
No harm, no foul
Ow, ow, ow
Took the horns, left the bull
Who was I to love you?
Burn the place to the ground
No sign of you
Now, now, now
Nothing but the ground
I'm laying down on

The Kills - My Girls My Girls

My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
Homesick for two worlds
I love so hard
My gang is ghosts
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst

How far I've come
Still miles behind you
We're all headed down that road
At some point, I'll try to find you
And grow a soul for when my time comes close
But for now

I'm on those middle of the night vibes
Those singing 'til I die vibes
Reminiscing while I cry vibes
Twitching, I'm so high
Like put me in a ride
Like those vibes
Clinging on for dear life
Like I know I should
I picked a bad time
To feel this good

My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst

But for now
I'm on those middle of the night vibes
Those singing 'til I die vibes
Reminiscing while I cry vibes
Twitching, I'm so high
Like put me in a ride
Like those vibes
Clinging on for dear life
Like I know I should
I picked a bad time
To feel this good

My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst
My girls my girls
Oh, I'm the worst

The Kills - Going To Heaven

Slow dancing with a bottle of lightning
Breaking down your thunder striking
Moving like my body double
You flash your bread and butter
I'll stay and meet them after

Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven

Kiss me, and I hear the band marching loud
About to rip my big bad heart out
Moving like a river of trouble crossing
Moving like I can't help it

Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm gonna raise Hell

I've been gone for a minute
I've been lost for a minute
I've been ghost for a minute
I've been on it for a minute

Don't panic
Don't panic
I've been off it for a minute
Let me finish
Let me finish
Not gonna talk
Just gonna feel it

Be right back
Be right back
Going to Heaven
Be right back
Be right back

I've been gone for a minute
I've been lost for a minute
I've been ghost for a minute
I've been on it for a minute

Don't panic
Don't panic
I've been off it for a minute
But in spirit
But in spirit
If you let me finish

I'll be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Be right back
I'm gonna raise Hell

Be right back
Be right back
Be right back
Be right back
I'm going to Heaven
Going to Heaven
Going to Hell
I'm going to Heaven

The Kills - 103

Last days in LA you saved me baby from
Strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen, looking in
To the fire
Love will probably bake the burning at the stake, a step with me
Under the last palm tree and
Sip a little water from the dirty fountain, this'll be
The sum of it all

Oh, oh, oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh (oh) oh
It's 103 in the sun

You don't know what you got
Or what you want but LA's hotter
Since you made me so damn low
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you've seen in me before

But I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer

These nights we've been tearing are temporary, but
Spit shines
Surfing the current on an eighty-proof serpent, your
Red eyes
Love above the radar heart, riding soaked up to the nines
Sitting on blocks and
Every elevator in the city says it's going up
When it's on the rocks and

Oh (oh) oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh (oh) oh
It's 103 in the sun

You don't know what you got
Or what you want but LA's hotter
Since you made me so damn low
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you've seen in me before

But I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer
Yeah I, I
Blame it on the summer