I'm going out riding on my crooked horse I'm going out riding on my crooked horse for she's the one who tracks a steady course through the debris of
good life and now he's running somewhere else somewhere else somewhere else don't write me off today the chances are slim but I am making a comeback hold off on
boats float down the sinewy seaweed stream open book take a look you'll find yourself in the strangest places here I stand compass in hand fixed for fighting nights waltzing on
kick start the swoon, you're lovely your tests to fly without balloons impress me all hands on hano street, recruit the people that you meet on your wayward
It's a decent day for November 10th weeks of driving rain fell across my bed and I know a girl who wears tight eyes and she never goes outside and she
someone you want a new sky with a modern sun you want salvation, want to go somewhere you want the boyfriend with the real cool hair well, I've seen that look somewhere before on
Magician steps into a photo booth he's taking pictures to remind you that not every illusion's untrue I drag a sun spot down to your door I translate
we're all living in a hospital we're all changing our names we all make each other breakfast on sleep lab on sleep lab on sleep lab on sleep lab the
trees the sun is singing all over me there's a house in the valley, reeling with the feeling of the people inside see the laughing bride see the young man drunk on
Welcome to confusion welcome to the dance where there's only one song and it goes on and on and you don't stand a chance welcome to heartbreak welcome
You could leave but what would Helen think of you she's so down with everything you damn kids do I myself economize my words it's true oh no, here comes
but when you wear a green tuxedo you dance where they tell you to sing so erase all thoughts of racing home to cut off the king make your home on a star
Who hid the widow at the bottom of the well? who put the snowstorm inside the snail shell? and where is the man who says he don't give a damn what they
So long we were undoubtedly strong, drawing on what we could draw and looking tanks in the nose. Who knew that it could tumble so soon, that change
is resulting As the sickest fuck on the planet earth catapulting molting I'll be a billionaire and still be down to throw you down the stairs And kill
