So, she says it's time she goes But wanted to be sure I know She hopes we can be friends I think, yeah, I guess we can say I But didn't think to ask
Macy Day parade Solid on a station it is in the air The floats are floatin' in it Everything's right 'Cause everything is changed Everything you thought
Without an invitation it used to be more fun surveillance through the dry bush you knew the art of ring and run and hid behind the t-bird unless the door
Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet wonderin' if the third world war started yet I told her I was pulling up and heading west she said she would have come
One more for the collection you've got on your wall paint it in the frame until you hire out a little stall and on a few, you've got to laugh as you inscribe
it's a kind of parade it's a bucket brigade who got it off the wire that you'd set it and left just to cover the theft that would topple and empire but
Filibust and hesitate You say I procrastinate And that my heart beat's second rate To one you'll recognize I know that you are drawn to it So all I am
Now that we're alone; Trouble, baby, doesn't always come in threes. I had a hunch the fight was thrown, But what's it going to take to get me to my knees
Always been horseblinded Could never see Past the two shades on the periphery I ask you for mercy And beg clemency But something I'm feeling is sticking
...And you want to impress That you love me more or less Which of us will be first To get off To get hurt When you come too close for comfort Come too
This one is a bad one It's no lie but that's not why I'm standing, dear I only want to whisper to your heart but I'm too smart for starting here... we
Who'd of ever thought to call that coal? If my hands were warm then I might I don't know I keep panning and in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down
What could it be What would you bet I'm not too sure About anything yet 'Cause when you put all the love In the world on a chip It gives me the creeps
I've heard people say they've come for miles To pay their due respects (for mileage, each expects). "A pillar of community and style". "At heart, a family
It's hiding in the corner of every sacred place before the ambush you won't want to recognize its face It slithers like a viper readies its attack tears
I want you to keep a piece of me in there; right below your majesty I may tend to it with flattery or maybe I'll jump start counting on a battery what
Years away with foreign girls the bedlam boys took sand from pearls The tide went out the time was ripe it's so much more subtle to be the silent type
Always thought it was a game with us Move until enough's enough into a picture-perfect view I'd like to rip it up with you Why would anybody leave this
