Stretching in her seatbelt  She turned and said to me,  “If I died today it would be kind of a relief.”  And I said to her, “Yeah, I know what you mean.  Some days I think the very same thing.”    Over the bottle top she turned and said to me,  “I’ve decided It’d be nice to have a family”  And I said to her, “You know, what’s bothering me  Is that the slower I move, the more life goes into high speed.”    She dreams in carousels of white  Painting them in shades of blood and black lights  Someday we will be the most beautiful thing  But until then it’s all jokes and feeling a little dirty    You always say…  You always say…    By the time we got to the top of the road  These lines were made of gold  By the time we got to the top of the road  I was sold    She dreams in carousels of white  Painting them in shades of blood and black lights  Someday we will be the most beautiful thing  But until then it’s all jokes and feeling a little dirty    Slouching in her pew she looks ahead vacantly  Wishing she was somewhere with someone doing something  And halfway through the hymn I go a little off-key  Just to hear her smile and say, “Yeah, that’s why I don’t sing.”    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN