Lightning Lyrics - Who Are We Living For? - Dispatch

We hear the dealers with the words 

That ride the tails 

Of their cigarette smoke 

Sliding through the tunnels of our ears 

Those greasy marionettes 

Of real bone and blood 

Stand on the corner of 

Washington Square, Washington Square 

Well, our vision was stinging 

And our eyes were blurring 

Elevator's got you rising so high 

Seventeen floors, you want so much more 

Elevator's got you rising so high 

Seventeen floors, you want so much more 

And there's lightning on the ceiling 

Coming from the corner of her eye 

And there's lightning on the ceiling 

Coming from the corner of her eye 

Somewhere horses flee from thunder 

Somewhere the bones of a cat 

Are buried under a garden, yeah 

Well there's a radio on 

Broken song, empty digression 

It won't be long 

Won't be long to you and me 

Are gone from here 

And there's lightning on the ceiling 

Coming from the corner of her eye 

And there's lightning on the ceiling 

Coming from the corner of her eye 

We hear the dealers with the words 

That ride the tails 

Of their cigarette smoke 

Sliding through the tunnels of our ears 

Those greasy marionettes 

Of real bone and blood 

Stand on the corner of 

Washington, Washington, Washington Square 

Well, our vision was stinging 

And our eyes were blurring, yeah