Lyrics

Nothing grows in the shadow of heartache House plants wilt, time grows old Entropy is a lousy friend When you're in from the cold and at your wits end It's the leech, it's the landlord Calling for the rent Demanding the loot when you're already spent When hunting a headline Means walking the breadline When you're strangled on a shoestring Blisters aren't a new thing You're hooked On a fine line, wriggling Nothing grows in the shadow of heartache House plants wilt, timе grows old Entropy is a lousy friend When you're in from thе cold and at your wits end It's the leech, it's the landlord Calling for the rent Demanding the loot when you're already spent The weeping wound won't heal Well that's the rub of the deal So much for chemistry You're just a depository For a pile of old memories Nothing grows in the shadow of heartache House plants wilt, time grows old Empathy is a lousy friend When you're in from the cold and at your wits end It's the leech, into the landlord Calling for the rent Demanding the loot when you're already spent It's the leech, it's the landlord Calling for your loot when you're already spent