2 o'clock, you're still sleeping. When you wake up you'll be in such pain. And I wait with the plate piled high with my love. That you won't eat from.
Five minutes in heaven. Is this all that we get? What a way to go. Five minutes in heaven. Breathe that scream into me, what a sad little show. . It feels like love, not some rigged up holiday.
My mind is racing and my feet are moving slow. Look all around me dont see anything I know. Id like to answer you but I cant clarify. If Im a 100 miles ahead or a 100 miles behind?.
You've been away for such a long, long time. Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine. All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces.
Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand. Standing on the corner, saving for some gin. You dont need to ask where shes been or whats up. Shell gladly tell you about the life she had.