Look who came by again. For friendly old times. To see me. How long can you stay. Did you bring your disease. That makes me breathe. What you don't know.
You know. What it feels like. To be naked. To be ground by. . Giant pennywheels yeah. Giant pennywheels. Giant pennywheels yeah. Giant pennywheels. . I dream, yeah.
Well she was. Clearly nervous. She asked me if I would drive. And I noticed. Then I knew. She had been drinking. And I always could. Read between the lines.
To begin but not complete, to sleep but not to wake. To always be lost and to never find the way. . No thoughts or memory, no hope or tragedy. A mirror awaits to a reflection of the face.
See you naked in the bath. Cigarette stains on your hands. Wilted flowers in a vase. I ask "How are you? Yeah how are you?". . I see your lipstick on your glass.
Take my lips and sew them shut. Without words I'll dry up and blow away. She said that we were both so out of touch. And when we talked we'd say things.
Life is hard. When it seems. That you're a fish. On the hook. Of the American dream. We're the All American Boys. Looking for. The All American world.
Hey okay it's just another day. 24 useless hours. What difference does it make. If your heart ain't changed. Things will be okay. If you'll be mine. Hey okay on a different day.