You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked
I've lost my rifle and bayonet I've lost my pull-through too I've lost the socks that you sent me That lasted the whole winter through I've lost the
[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen] Swipe the jelly glass clean I thougt I might let it all blow over We can talk about anything else I assume the matter is
You walk into a room. Confusion plays a solemn tune. The Poet steals a thought. His hands are red, the sinner caught. Cyclical and round. The hollow
Travelling through the veins of prior existance Only to realize you've lost your bearings Dragged beyond human receptiveness Surrounded, reach for the
-Trujillo-Muir- (3:30) My my my, your truth is a lie And you help cover it up and you don't even ask why So it goes Funky wunky, the funky junky Funky
3rd Jonquil, lucky Empty pill, torn out page This connection is the friction We awaited Electric, broken ghost, she feels sick Frozen feet, little slumber
Liberation day, face down in the reservoir Where's your street credibility now? (Theo has dropped his crown) Mirror image shadowed Passion fragments
The snow across the old white fields I have no care so long as you're safe And it's been settling down quite thick this year She was a teacher to me,
Reverse your feet, retreat The battle is complete but are we home yet? Unload your guns, turn around and run We've got the sun upon our mind set This
Oh look what I've done for you I made it all for you, I've come to set it right Oh look what I've made for you I've come to set it right Can't stay this
Shot down You knew that I was lonely By the shiver in my voice It seems like everybody's hoping But we never make the right choice Oh, and we hold on
There is still shards in the road Shackled wooden windows The hero to the cell, he doesn't look to well A cardio, love send face down in the dirt Make
I took advantage, took you for granted If this is what you wanted Well, I got what I deserved The worthless hurt resides inside of this broken man She
We've got hours to play with And we've got rolling papers But some of the magic is lost When you try to repeat it I've got you in my peripheral And I
I look out the window for a cloud That you might be under But the sun is going down too early Invisible embers showering my eyes For none to see Where
I've been meaning to tell you For quite some time (What is it you wanted to tell me?) Things may get a little bit different (I'm not afraid of change)
Look up and see the sky tonight, it's beautiful Make sure that you look up tonight and see it all The stars across the fire and through the clouds There
