Places. We move in and out of watching faces. Float around the hotel lobby like fishes. They're all blowing air. We know it must mean something. But we just stare.
She's wearing kid gloves. Will handle me carefully. 'Cause I've got a history. Cracked up and fragile. And bound to break easy. . And if she could talk to me.
Gold sun-glasses and a wandering eye. He looks like he's wearing a cheap disguise. But it's real. Don't you know how it feels. . He goes to work and he scares the hell.
Welcome friends to Janice's party. The kind that others have tried. Smoking is permitted inside. . We have faith in Janice's party. My friends who cannot sing.
The day you drew your final breath. And parted from the earth. Is carved into the stone that bears. Your name and date of birth. . Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Imperia.
On this day, I'm walking a fine line. Imagining my mind's fine. Okay, tougher than nylon. Safe as a house on the way. . My little darling. Don't you cry, it makes you look older.
Go, hippie skip down the old road. Don't even see me, do you at all. Some days you get so tired of hanging. Trying to deep-fry all your boredom. . Big hippie the day was so slow.
In for the weekend. Out for the night. She gets caught in the curtains. Lost in the lights. . But she's wearing a turban. Feeling alright. And she's hoping to God.