I know that it's bad
That it's the kind that they
You're going to take what you can get
A hammered Styrofoam
Beat
Well there ain't nothin' to this but your daughter
And the
While I go over it in my head
Walk through those
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
When the bar stars melt
Sunshine, don't you mind them
Lie for me now, smile for
Well is it larger than a baby's arm?
A few more
I'm a window, you're the frame
I'm a gigolo, you're in
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
Above the rain, the
The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to
Hey midnight
Turn on your light
Roll out you stars
I look tired
In love with your pills
Now I can get rid of
I dreamt last night of sirens
By flashlight I had found
True love will find you in the end
You'll find out