Down from the doorway and into the street
I hear
Hey now, you got me by the tongue
I feel like
Tuesday my heart is brimming
I'm a child in the
A gutter full of rain
An empty picture frame
A house out
Hold on to nothing
Hold on to coldest steel
It chills you
Oh Mary Jane
She step on a train
Head for
Morning, Sit in the morning sun
Evening, Watching the shadow come
Through
I'm raising up my voice
To the wall and to the
I beg to differ
To break the chain
To draw a line
I'm falling by the wayside
I'm sinking with the sun
everything I
Ghost on the highway
Bird with metal wings
Ghost on the highway
Bird