he's out there smoking all my cloves At night she swears she's growing old But if you don't mind, gonna get you high I'm gonna get you high I'd really
So take it back, I've got a feeling that'll stick with you Find where it's at, I've got a problem that's no good for you And in the middle of a silent
It's the same shape I've been in The past came back again, like before All the moonlight on her skin Shed's a thousand tears that scattered, like the
Different colours, different sounds Dirty world stop spinning around but there is no one i can, find someone as unique as you But if i go far away, will
Heard some talk man, Kept me high all night time is On the junk bridge, things that kept my blind eyes open I felt a silent sting, keeps me wrong I
There's a streetlight on a corner of a sidewalk There's a girl out there dancing to a beat box Heres a circus show, circling a dream land Imitating poor
Dancing dizzy around the world When you hear your favorite song playing on the radio Laughing in hysterics at the broken words Shed a thousand tears
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you hear you crying please Please, please Who really knows that just what it is she does It can't be hard for her to get a buzz The rapture of vertigo
like you do, mama Each time I take a little bit, take a little bit Take a little more you know, that's vertigo Got a vertigo, that's vertigo, vertigo, got a vertigo
Kept warm by the light of the lantern Lost sight of everything tonight My presence blackens their pattern A pock in the healthy and calm Their scorn
to it We call it Vertigo Just do the best you can do, that you know Everyday the wind will blow So don't look down and hang on to it Vertigo I take you
must succumb You know what it is Round I go, spinning and whirling Round I go, vision is blurring Round I go, falling, falling Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo
for my world to turn black as I laid in your arms, an air deprived suicide would speak to ears and break down walls I never could. This vertigo unconsciousness
I can see by the light of a broken sky That you're on the mend The photograph of your broken hearted eyes Will fade and bend I can see your face, A black
What is it in nature which lends its hand To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight That by the silent boot of a dying word A scythe was taught
Ceramic tile fluorescent, yellow iodine I can feel your presence Sedated by the heavy medicine And come around, come around, come around The flowers
I can hear you sleeping Like a softly penned letter That you plan on keeping Sound asleep next to me Under the ink of a drying sky If I were a wordsmith