Won't you let me walk you home from school Won't you let me meet you at the pool Maybe Friday there's a chance I'll get tickets for the dance And I
This person plans a story And it's complicated She has too much to say And still she finds a way Generally Flips the calendar's pages Funny how it feels
In Corsica The engines blew Your favorite writer died In a car In a crash Died in a fire imagine that In a car In a crash Die in a fire imagine that
Loud noise hear it could be searing Distant at all times Echo could be said, it could be searing Distant at times An ear X3 Loud noise hear it could
On the way Near a truck stop That's behind my evil haven There is a garden He is a garden Are you mad yet Can't connect it When you try to Do you know
By surprise the fragile fluids That were, seem to dissappear Behind the eye In disguise Or how it ought to Really ought to be Like crystal breaking in
Bad grace finds the reader's eyes Keep it slow Keep it light Over by the side And it gets too dizzy when it feels too hot And when it starts to start
Hot ropes? High hands Broken mirrors Ground into broken sand That cut your feet or burns your hands Rugburns Ashes of where you've been Rugburns Keeping
Say you will Put your hand in my brain Call me up Wake me up by the second ring Like far away If you knew you'd know I'm always there Because I care
I tried making coffee I would spill it Raise my head to look around In the morning Trucks were beeping People screamed so loud I couldn't sleep And what
Privilege sent here Where the ceiling meets the floor Southern graces They have come to be adored It's the chemical (I adore) It's the chemical (I adore