Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals (Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other)
Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing The law is aging (oh yes it is) Sitting across tables spending nights talking about other nights Our eyes unclose like books we've read twice
So on the shelves lined with spines The dust collects as scattered ash From an urn unturned Spilling over with someone regular And other such regulars Cry ghost and boast Of the friend of a friend Who saw a strange sight Or heard a strange sound Who now whispers tall tales of murder most foul
Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals Brought together to burn the thing that brings them together
Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing Interprets the law as aging with it eyesight failing
Somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she's read
Somebody's somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she's read Or the monsters in her bed Who hacked her into bloodmeat Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
