like a childhood dream, alive
found yourself in the barrel of a gun.
choked in an absent vacation land
snowy TV screen predicts small town fate.
yeah, i guess we found ourselves tonight.
like weak seafoam we crash hard onto this shorline,
and you'll be my silver-lined angel tonight,
come to switch my teeth for change.
so together we'll dedicate the next line to those we've loved and lost.
so take a sip of gin and relax,
because this ones for you;
spectacular disaster, holy plan from high above.
more gas more trip, more trip more trash,
i guess thats the way it goes.
IS ANYONE HERE ALIVE?
guess thats the way it goes.
now as these drugs take over, we wont fall short tonight.
and im still away for now,
but we've got an agenda for tomorrow,
so i'll make it home somehow.
seems i've found myself this evening.
on this shorline, in this sea.
please touh me one more time,
before this vacation land is gone, before this drug has no effect.
i guess thats the way it goes,
eyes full of accusation,
you say thats the way it goes. |