i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he
in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i'm sweet nothings come hell i'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather it's a world stopped
will somehow be allright i see you c.w. there is no other you dawn comes down to your room sing song blacking up my blue the floor's a mess of cords track number four
now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks crashing the car just to make a
air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than
drag my lake for scars do the stars conspire to kill us off with loneliness am i so inspired that i could save the both of us stayed up all night rubbing
kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard you kept your chin up and i held my guard made a prison bed from a life i never led let me correct these
passing through scenes in someone else's life cold will outlast me apartments are castles in space warm with the void holding court in a four poster
what will you do to turn this around so many behind you so many before you ticket in one hand gun in the other what will you do which hand will you use
when you become a stranger again how closed your eyes will be narrowing me to three short feet across a room of drunken revelry you're having the time
i just found the frame where i took your picture away and in my wallet like a saint from some other place that picture repays my eyes as they glaze
maybe some day we'll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end and o-oh i'm counting the days cuz you've got something that i've never since
