I read your book,. And I find it strange.. That I know that girl and I know her world,. A little too well.. And I didn't know,. By giving my hand.. That I would be written down, sliced around, passed down,.
You got lucky. Walking cross a crowded room. The cameras went from wide to zoom. And caught you in the act. Well now, you've got something. Something we could really use.
Short circulated. Sleeping through the dopamine. When you've got nothing to fear. Too low to notice. Superman in disco jeans. Having a good time. Just wish I was here.
Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daisies,. Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy.. Flowered drinks and a low-cut dress,. That's the way I know her best..
It don't hurt like it did.. I can sing my song again.. It don't hurt like it did.. I can sing my song again.. . I scraped the paper off the wall.. I put down carpet in the hall..
I watched the sun come up on Portland. I waved goodbye to all my friends. I packed my car and headed to LA. I gave away all my loose ends. . Somebody said you gotta get away.
Standing in the doorway of forgiveness. Just like a sinner in the sun. Like the sky above her, she, hard lover. But she don't know which way to run. .