sister called. it was both our days and I'm waiting. did you have some?. did you take it home, too?: off the avenue?. do you find that we had less to show?.
Ask her when you're upstairs later on. With her eyes bowing down and her last light gone. You looked up to her window from the backyard dusk,. Hired as a shot, lingered as a crush..
I wrote it out in stones where the road divides.. I walked you home and the path was high.. Believe me, believer!. I've seen your run,. And I'll raze your faith until the vein is done and dry.
Another washout, brakelights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline. I see where it's going. I know where it came from.