she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave and she locked the car and slipped past into rhythmic quietude lights burning voice dry and hoarse i threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth the chimes fell over each other i fell onto my knees the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground now i'm picking up to put away anything of your's that's still around i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters it'll make a whisper out of you she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave the fairground's lit a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach i can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake to take a little nap while the road is straight i wish that car had never been discovered they took away the bottle and the hat he was under that's the one thing that he could never do and it'll make a whisper out of you she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave cops were running around the scene looking for some kind of clue they never get uptight when a moth gets crushed unless a light bulb really loved him very much i'm lying down blowing smoke from my cigarette little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get you're in your oldsmobile driving by the moon headlights burning bright ahead of you and someone's burning out, out on condor ave trying to make a whisper out of you what a shitty thing to say did you really mean it? you never said a word to me about what passed between us so now i'm leaving you alone you can do whatever the hell you want to na, na, na, na, na, na, naTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
