Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lizzie No
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Quinlan
Songwriter
Lyrics
The backyard looks nice
And youll have preserves in the winter time
Mosquitos at the window
But you were raised polite
You were one of the pure of heart
But it didn't help you none
There's no telling our shapes apart
When the killing season comes
When the killing season comes
Everything worth saving is waiting
Waiting in a glass jar
Then summer comes in blazing
It comes in hard
And you were one of the pure of hear
But it didn't help you none
There's no telling our shapes apart
When the killing season comes
When the killing season comes
Throw you arms out wide
And just before you fall
Your beauty's silhouetted in a flashlight
In the light
And you were one of the pure of hear
But it didn't help you none, no
There's no telling out shapes apart
When the killing season comes
When the killing season comes
When the killing season comes
When the killing season comes
Writer(s): Elizabeth Quinlan
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