I'd like to tell you. Like to tell you. Tell you everything. Cause nothing changes. Ever changes. Doesn't seem the same these days. Dave's been a mess since Cheryl left.
She's a million miles away. From me. Separated by a hollow wooden door. Some time we can't erase. Serves me right. To let her in the first time. That she knocked.
She plays wipe out on the drums. The squirrels and the birds come. Gather around to sing the guitar. Oh I... have you got nothing to say. When all words fail she speaks.
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent. Floating overhead, undoing his helmet. Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life. I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight.
Good morning, mr. ben. it's about 6:30, winston-salem, north carolina. just laying here in the bed, half awake, half asleep, thinking about you. I was, uh, wondering if you were looking after yo.
6:49 A.M. Friday, November 20. . Good morning, Mr. Ben, it's about 6:30. Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Just laying here in the bed, half awake, half asleep.
I'd like to tell you, like to tell you. Tell you everything. 'Cause nothing changes, ever changes. Doesn't seem the same these days. . Dave's been a mess since Cheryl left.
Satan is my Master. He has always been. He tells me what to do. He buys my metallica records for me. And sometimes I think. . Satan is my Master.
Having isn't bliss, sunshine is amiss. Happy when you're cold, wanna be alone. He's a lot of steam, she's a lot of breath. Takes a lot to see, takes a lot to beg.
Had a dream that you were in. The leather jacket that didn't fit. Until we split in two. . Half of you turned into glue. And half of me latched onto you.
Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn. Fuckin' goddamn, goddamn, woah. Oh goddamn, shitchya it's cool. . Play it on the radio. Come here one time, wassup y'all.