I hate this city Reposition the phantom rigged, reflective tape Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil We're losing reception, we can
I have not said anything because I am sleeping.
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two This is the last call before the credits roll The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol
forget everything i'm about to say. it's important you appear startled. i didn't survive the crash. this is nothing personal. i just had to stop shaking
the amateur camera captures her motion perfectly. as the strangle knot that she wears on her wrists. the trunk preserves the new scent of the princess
Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio I'm waiting with a frozen pulse Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead They've found
You drove up in your pickup truck that hot September day Not a wisp of wind in the parking lot but honey I was blown away And later on that fall at the
Neuron flash in fifty watts Pinpointing to the streetlight limbo Told me it was chemistry Why I behave like this? Why I move in misdirected impulse And
I am a very important person, I've acquired a genetically Altered handshake capable of speeds up to 30 mph Hair arranged by the most advanced landscape
Every night about this time oh, how I miss you I drift into our old rendezvous Every night about this time the gang keeps on askin' why you're not around
Will you say when I'm gone away "My lover came to me and we'd lay In rooms unfamiliar but until now" Will you say to them when I'm gone "I loved
Turn it all on, turn it all on Night after night Are you talking to me? Turn it all on, turn it all on Night after night Now I hear music in the air
A thousand miles, dear, a thousand more Across the water, across the shore Please say a prayer, dear, for yours and mine Please think of me, dear, each
You're as cold as ice and I realize That I'm loosing you girl what can I do? I can see your eyes and they show the lies That you hide inside oh that can
Every night I keep prayin' that you love me Every night I keep prayin' that you do-oo 'cause I know that my life would be worthless Without you, (without
Can't get rid of this taste of blood Can't erase the face that hunts me A call from the shadows below A serenade of haunting voices Someone is digging
Words by Phillip Sandifer/Music by Phillip Sandifer & Brian Green The apple is a shallow town When you're thirty and part of the Upwardly mobile crowd
I don't know how long I can take it There's times when I don't think I can make it through, baby Don't know what you and me are gonna do, baby. hey, baby