One, two, one Well, when I was just a little bitty kid I remember one time Mommy said "Daddy sends you all his love from 'Frisco Bay" Well I didn't
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime No one knows the count of lives lost The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity $
From different levels just pieces together Never had a fall that didn't burn with laughter Living it down just enough time to revel All this talk about
There is a slowness on the throttle A sterility at an end Painted out of a corner Breaks to bind the strands To decide within the barnstorm Or shadows
Say hello to the blue side hanging around Didn't think it mattered, just a force of habit With room to roam, the wayside heals all that's wrong Didn't
She'll take you there and back again Coltrane free as she finds her way She doesn't waste the time that she's given She knows what she wants Fashion needs
Pattern doesn't match Pictures fall from their base Pulling out of the race Put up the red flag Matters close at hand Cross over the land You get so
My mind's made up to pacing across the floor No point in staying if we're not saying war I don't mind hanging around Whatever now and what else can I
Don't know if your carin' truth is worth tearin' Though we're miles apart Front door leavin's the way I've been feelin' Twenty days overboard That's
Stuck in a hotel in Amsterdam It's about sundown for you Your sleep doesn't happen easy Choice words for the pay phone that doesn't work You buy up some
Still breaking through, still breaking, breaking through, still The dogs have drowned, stealing young Slow motion highway, dreams of dust 80s and hearts
Put whiskey on the wounds Salt the glass and say goodbye No feel good scenes to bring it back Just falling brick and broken glass Wrecking-ball operator
You're constantly defining what's left A half-empty bottle of beer Your misses, match-ups And now here [unverified] A weight lifted, a weight on the
Wasted air, breathe so low Same old politics of show Just don't find it the same as I leave it Still in the flow Still in the flow and I'm low to the
Sky cracks open The walls falling through the floor Just as well to keep it A guessing game in store You're with me now, will be again Other points in
Exurbia Someone's nightmare dream Exurbia Someone's psychedelic scream There is a gaping hole in the sky For the next generation Fed by outdated technology
I am the voice of Lilli Schull Muffled since nineteen three [unverified] When my lover became my murderer And burned the flesh off of me My life's been
Mileage has taken its toll Paid it with lines to show You've had your fill of asphalt Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors Look like the habit controls
