Broken windows

It comes strong and thin
and tastes like sin
the love we've all been in before
A million ways to burn
i'm just looking out of this
old broken windows
and she's taking a turn
i'm looking out this
old broke window
and she's taking a turn
Her body lies like a landscape
before you
you're selling your soul
by the pound
got snakeoil in spades
for the wolftickets trade
you look but don't see me around
A million ways to burn
i'm just standing out on this
old street corner
and she's taking a turn
i'm standing out on this
old street corner
and she's taking a turn