Spiders are singing in the salty breeze. Spiders are filling out tax returns. Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies. On a private beach in Michigan.
I was on my way home. From high school. Stuck at the crossing. I dug in for a duel. . But at the last moment. I buried the brakes. My life split in two directions.
Well I can't tell you anything. You don't already know. I keep on trying. I should just let it go. . I keep on singing. Your eyes, they just roll. It sounds like someone else's song.
Someday, some morning, sometime, sometime. I'd like to hold your hand in mine. Someday, some morning, sometime. . I'd like to tell you, you're pretty and fine.
Once I thought the world was crazy. Everyone was sad and chasing. Happiness and love and. I was the only one above it. . Once I thought without a doubt.
Wind will blow and the sun will shine. On that hill where we used to climb. I look in your eyes and you'll be mine. Someday soon. . I won't even make a scene.
Oh the band marched on in formation. The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place. Windows open and raining in a room yellow, blue, gold and gray. . The drunks were ricocheting.
Tires type black. Where the blacktop cracks. Weeds spark through. Dark green enough to be blue. When the mysteries we believe in. Aren't dreamed enough to be true.
To live without a savior, answer to his name. Shouldn't be afraid, shouldn't be ashamed. Like a kid behind the counter remembering your name. Shouldn't be afraid, shouldn't be ashamed.
The ashtray says. You were up all night. When you went to bed. With your darkest mind. Your pillow wept. And covered your eyes. And you finally slept.
You been dealing with all of these feelings. Like they got you believing they have no meaning,. But they do. . Your life's been stinking, your heart's been sinking,.
She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. She begs me not to miss her. . She says forever. To light a fuse.
She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. She begs me not to miss her. . She says forever. To light a fuse.
Ten hundred books could I write you about her. Cause I felt if I could know her. I would know all women. . And they've not been any too well known. For brains and planning and organized thinking.
Sunlight angles on. A wooden floor at dawn. A ceiling fan is on. Chopping up my dreams. What is left of them. I take to sleep again. Where I dare pretend.
Who can guess the secret of the sea?. Who can guess the secret of the sea?. If you can guess the secret of my love for you. We can both know the secret of the sea.
I've been sleeping alone, out on my own. I'm sure it seems like I'm taking my time to get back to you. You've been doing your part, working real hard.
Hundred times I write followed around again to when. Needed once running out the spaces of mind. . Standing in the garden,. Guard my number from the one who says go.
I know I'm afraid, I know I'm afraid,. I'm drunk and I'm tired,. And the city I walk in, the city I walk in,. It feels like it swallows,. With my hand in my pocket,.
Out on the back porch. You say tonight we bring our pocket. Our pocket knives. You want to fight me. . You want to fight. Forgotten sense of me. Saya saya.