He reminded me that the only way to. Keep aliens from reading. Your mind. Is to wear a tinfoil hat friend and wear it all the time. . Life keeps on changing.
Come dry me out. 'Cause I've been drinking all night. Before I pass out I need your ghost to tell me this bloodless voice. Is as meaningless as it sounds.
The clouds are holding up the dawn. They're stilts or crutches. I can't tell which one. To keep the short days looking longer. Or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs.
What do I care? I'll clean up to make things. Look their very best, to feel my worst. What's inside is no longer mine to destroy. But all the same on each new Sunday.
Are you gonna die with that music inside?. Did you catch the twilight on your way into work?. You can live anything, you can think. Man, I'm not lying to you and yeah that's a threat.