Hello Gracie you're a good little girl. it's a beautiful world nowing you're out in it. Last time I saw you playing in the yard. You were running with children and the old people were smiling.
Riot on the streets, the touch beneath the sheets. It's only gonna make you love me more. The cops they got the guns, the night destroys the sun. It's only gonna make you love me more.
I watch the evening grow old. And I watch the sun grow tired. Collapsing into the meadowlands. . Funny how I still hear that voice. Sometimes it's like it's so loud.
I can't talk. My mind is so blank. So going for a walk. I've got nothing left to say. . I can't see. The darkness on the rise. I'll be waiting here. Until the under tide.
I can't talk. My mind is so blank. So going for a walk. I've got nothing left to say. . I can't see. The darkness on the rise. I'll be waiting here. Until the under tide.
Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays. Turned to nothing on a Friday night. Firecracker with a pile of empties. Detonated with a lonely fire. . I see your face, I hear your voice.