Come out with me. In the salt of the blinding rain. Let it leave its trace in the pepper grace. Of your sweet holy face. While up above the storm. The heavens proceed.
There's rows and rows of houses. With windows painted blue. With the light from a TV. Running parallel to you. . But there is no sunken treasure. Rumored to be.
Like a cloud his fingers explode. On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows. His hearts in a bowl behind the bank. And every evening when he get home.
Like a cloud his fingers explode. On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows. His hearts in a bowl behind the bank. And every evening when he get home.
I done spent my last three cents. Mailing my letter to the president. I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent. So I'm swinging over to this independent gent.
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.
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.