The rain it started tappin'
On the window near my
Is it true what I heard about the Son of
On a string
On a string
on a string
I was held
The way
There's a man holding a megaphone
he must have been the
Laura are you still living there
on your estate of sorrow?
you
Well the animals laugh
From the dark of the wilderness
I picked you out,
Of a crowd and talked to
Our love is dead but without limit
Like the surface
there is no beginning to the story
a bookshelf sinks into
Well the future's got me worried
Such awful thoughts
My head's a
The pictures far too big to look at kid.
Your
I have a friend, he’s mostly made of pain.
He wakes
Well, you say that I treat you like a book
Here we go
Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to
Well, you say that I treat you like a book
