What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. What time do you call this?. . What time do you call this?. I've been craving to wilder on my days.
This blue world and its countless sisters. And all that came before that day. Our atoms straining to a line. Was the universe in rehearsal for us?. . When all the world is sucking on it's sleeve.
On this coldest of January nights. We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by. The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyes.
Paper cup of a boat. Heaving chest of the sea. Carry both of us. Carry her, carry me. . From the place we were born. To the land of the free. Carry both of us.
If you wake in the quake in the roll of the heartbroken. Pounding the ground in a sawn off ballet. Bring us in an indigo dawn with the lovelorn and renegade.
The first to pour a simple truth in words. Binds the world in a feeling all familiar. 'Cause everybody owns the great ideas. And it feels like there's a big one round the corner.
I'm running out of miracles. (Oh my soul). And the streets alive with one man shows. (Oh my soul). The corner boys were moved along. (Oh my soul). We're plummeting like crippled crows.
I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers' eyes. But danger lies behind the tape across my door. I know a place where angels lace the lemonade. And I cannot stay where all the broken plans were made.
It's a lethal ballet. Air traffic congestion. I'm having a baby. Second thoughts, scotch, dinner. And someone's dancing on the box. A former MP. And no one was watching.
All clear, good Lord. Did well to be ignored. Your falling temperature like cooling kisses. . All through your head. A made up water's edge. A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses.