My open heart is all a flutter Memories as sweet as butter Running down the blade of a double edged sword I recall a kiss, a photograph And in this I
Well, all my colors bleed for you Can't you see them runnin'? My hazy hills glow green for you Yeah, you could just call me, you know On my mobile number
Let's go fishing for a dream Let's find some place new Somewhere we can be ourselves Some of the time Lose your heart I lose my mind We'll make quite
Ooh, ooh Inch by inch I'm infected by your love Head to toe I'm chemically changed forever Oh, take me back To your house again, my love I want to roam
My girl she's asleep now Fleas leave her, jump to the ground Through a train window Flickering like a film frame With twenty-four times a second Me and
Cubscouts are screaming Needing ice screaming and all the pleasures of June I'm in a parked car Flowers seem friendly and people in hallways fill rooms
If I stuck my ears to the ground Down where the bugs are crawling around Shoot me up to the aeroplanes Like a jackinabox with springs in my wings This
So future boy where are you from My time machine crashed over yonder Syphilis is a bitch But contracting HIV is much worse Why are you pushing info into
Mind over money, bent over backwards Light up my life like a very last cigarette Time after time dear we will just lie here Staring at ceilings it doesn
two lights just blinking one north and the other one south you can see them from the stratosphere they're there i swear they are in the city someones
Life isn't always easy This we know my friends I thought you knew where to go But you were following me So let's get lost in space I feel this place,
The little men stroke my head The little men in my bed They suck me in for the evening To the bright golden lights I got to find my way out I'm spinning
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Sometimes just letting go is easier Dead friends cant come back They're gone and life goes on If you try, you'
streamin' out like a guidance line Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving With the WD40 in their veins The screeching little brakes
If I was a farmer Instead of a faker If I was a realer Not just some raker Raking through a memory That just doesn't belong to me Just someone I could
Last clown Drinking in a bar that's about to be closed down A hero I was in people's plans I was shaking their hands I got lost in the world Slow motion
Wine bottle, why are you weary? And why are my eyes so gray? Semi-circle people are pointing And staring up to the sky And the dogs are all gone, and
The dad he was fifty, the kid was nine years old He stood their like a miracle, with the kid's heart in his hold I think I might be dying, at least that