A marginal embrace, imaginary grace
We’ll keep it under fire and
Well, Thomas had a day in mind
Kept it to himself
Did you decide, decide on your town?
Surely you’ll please her,
What’s your price on poverty?
No, I don't believe in
across the bridge and on his shoulders
she wants to be
All the walls are bare, far from my lair
Far from
A black and white photograph handed from 1910
You look like
I moved here in ’95, I think it was June
Not
Play the sullen part
They won’t be there when you come
A dream took a train ride to your hometown side
To
With a break such as yours
Will you try to come
Let her open up the jar cause we've only come
Will you be a fitting gown?
All the while I’ve been
With the lights that don’t shine and the silent guitars
There
Watch the reason arrival in my new ways, you'll be
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