So what if I was your lover. A thousand time before you and all the others. Still doesn't make me a whore. Still doesn't make me yours. . You try to say it's what happened.
When rumors of aliens were true. When I found out one of them was you. Bought fortunes from carnival seers, saw them through. Soon, a light on. Stand up, turn and face me.
I'm always frightened. I wear my helmet every day. I'm scared the sky might tumble. Down from Heaven. . I blame my neighbors. I wish that they'd all move away.
Couldn't've done any better. Couldn't've prayed for sin to be over. Praying to nothing, praying to know. But you will never know. . I won't say it, I won't say it.
I noticed it when I walked out. My small white world was closing down. I wondered, I would always wonder. Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded.
And he always wrote and he always called. And he never lied 'cause he never said anything at all. . In a world of dirt, I am rainin', I'm erodin'. But which one of us? In a chorus of maybe's.
Open Areas. Was the name of the book. He never, never, never wrote. . Man overboard, man overboard. Man overboard. . We paved the roads. We really blanketed everything.
To another, to anyone but me. It's so obvious, so painfully. And I worry that everyone but me. Will be laughing at something I didn't see. . Anyone but me.
To resurrect ourselves. We disembowel our saints. We never underestimate. The destructive power of change. . We'd find another way. We'd dream up stupid shit.