When you were young and wise, scratchin your letters in the sand, When your imagination led you all around by the hand, Did you ever wonder what crazy
Come up with me, love We'll disappear in the evening light Come up with me, love, Into a world that's sparkly bright That's the way it's for me, love
I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water And pictures of you and I'm not coming out Until this is all over And I'm looking through the glass
Is it too near when they're nice? Is that why there's sand in your eyes? You should look up cause they're nothing at all Blow me a kiss and I'll try Wade
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we
When you were young and wise Scratching your letters in the sand And your imagination led you All around by the hand, la la la Did you ever wonder What
Shut out, pimpled and angry. I quietly tied all my guts into knots. Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides
how lovely a find that's entered my mind along this mossy trail how coyly it hides the truth about how it is we can't ask how crowds jump to their
When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes, Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight. And alone on a worn-out throne is the reigning
"Howdy, lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow A life before doubt. I smell the engine grease
Girl inform me all my senses warn me Your clever eyes could easily disguise Some backwards purpose It's enough to make me nervous. Do you harbor sighs
The dust from a four-day affair is now landing All over the floor and your brown legs The glod plated legs of my rival Whose eyes had no reason to
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn We settle down to cut ourselves apart. Cough and twitch from the news on your face And some foreign
Several days a month you made The mile to my house, And had me do a stroll with you. Far below a furry moon Our purposes crossed The weird divide
This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied, Around the block and airborne blind, But looking on the brighter side, There's far less to which I'd be
You may notice certain things before you die Mail them to me should they cause Your algebra to fail Cole and Macey lost their eyes To the finer points
One wound up punch of intuition Lays flat my whole take on us. You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer The tidal rabbit who came of age before
