You are everywhere, within and without. Where it don't matter what we used to do now. Where I feed my people when I get behind the plow. When I write the tiger hanging on by his eyebrows.
Ah, it's what love looks like, in a world of reproach,. Completely absorbed in that too. Exciting over fair, always daily forward,. always the power to choose.
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies. Wheat kings have all treasures buried. And all you hear are the rusty breezes. Pushing around the weathervane Jesus.
Afternoon see a guy with rubies on his head. And he's shifting like, shifting like he was dead. And he's hearing something she never said. On his way back home under his bed.
"To boldly clap in a room full of nothing. you never know, it could be one of those. poignant evenings.. Museum's locked and it's long since past. closing,.
"To boldly clap in a room full of nothing. you never know, it could be one of those. poignant evenings.. Museum's locked and it's long since past. closing,.
So the chemistry's set. And I'm not the saddest cheerleader to forget the American word. For the gang in the head. That dwindles to no members when. The mystery's met.
Titillations been replaced. By interstate, brick face and coffee mate. And by a list of phone calls. You'll like to make. Where you could sit on the edge of your bed.
Drip, drip, drip. Baby, when'd you get so Zen?. Drip, drip. When I used to know you when. Drip, drip. When you thought all my dreams sucked. Drip, drip.
There she blows, Jacques Cousteau. Hear her sing so sweet and low. Lull me overboard, out cold. Gathered in and swallowed whole. . Do I want to with all that charm?.
Come the ultra mundane of another life. You know it by the trail of the nervousness. Your memories compress, your senses are sly. And portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nights.
Use it up, use it all up. Don't save a thing for later, yeah. If there's music out there laying in wait. To pounce and drain every ounce if you wait or hesitate, yeah.
Did you know you were the rock plug for all of us. Did you know in the conduit of Vesuvius. You were far more unifying than you know. I'm not a judge of suitable.
I loaded the variables. Like masterpieces from under the germ led advance. I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable and. Aspects of vision afloat in a glance.
Old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth. Lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time. Key's to the cuffs, you might be king. That's it, that's all, that's everything.
Tired as fuck. The Greedy Palace has been keeping me up. 'See now then'. Can't and won't. You will and can. . Tired as fuck. It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of.
Growing up in a biosphere. With no respect for bad weather. There's still roaches and ants in here. So resourceful and clever. Her great grandfather saw the future.
Growing up in a biosphere. With no respect for bad weather. There's still roaches and ants in here. So resourceful and clever. Her great grandfather saw the future.
Everyone's got their breaking point. With me it's spiders, with you it's me. Thugs in perpetuity. . When we're excited little birds around the feeder.
This is tiger the lion. Give me the knuckles of frisco. If there's danger in the language, gentlemen. I suggest no further use of the two way radio. .