I'm afraid, but I'm on my way. and in your place, a brief rainbow. maybe you'll stay and furnish our home. I should never, ever, ever let you go. . smooth sailing.
angels we have heard are high. smoking joints up in the sky. delusions are floating by. paranoias running wild. . ganja. in excess aint dangerous. . angels we have heard are high.
I would've died. Just to hear voices. Just to see faces. I was so alone. . I went deep. Into my graveyards. Found my ghosts there. They're with me still.
I'm not here for the talking toy no. the lovesick girl and the jealous boy no. I'm just working on my own surface. don't you too just want a piece. that you can call yours.
You know I've never been to Venezuela. But everything is fine south of the Rust Belt line. I think I like it, yes, those southern cats are really unique.
You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine. Why must you be so mean?. Don't you know I've got better things to do?. . I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine.
Worlds on end. Seen through. A rocket window screen. Millions left to roam. Engines burn. Beautiful and bright. Always bring me home. . If galaxies. Are places you've.