My schedule is empty It's clouding my vision Take the train without payment Where I read novels and nod off a bit
In fiction like quick dreams The surreal can be ugly A shadow you recognize Metaphor, plot device I wake up to the station lights
Visions of wasted days Saltwater baptized Confide and sunbathe Sun cuts your raw face
A spoonful of honey A warm shrine of sleep I nurse my tobacco I cough into my sheets
Jesus won't save you He ain't a physician Just make time for dancing Listen to Otis in the kitchen I recycle the trash in my mind
Visions of wasted days Saltwater baptized Confide and sunbathe Sun cuts your raw face
Birds on a wire The bells dripping through A repetitive prayer: May I have nothing to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
