So many things you said last night
In your attempt to
Shut down
Tangled up in your machinery
No sound
Just the faceless press
Dear God
I'm doing the best I can
I'm doing the best
Never mind the starting gun
cover's up the curtain's drawn
standing in
He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask
You're bathed and crowned
I'm bruised and torn
You're tied and cleaned
I'm
Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams
For
Somewhere, sometime I became a part of you
And then in
Black velvet Elvis is dead
Looks down his crown on the
it's alright
got to tell myself it's alright
everything that I envied
Alison cries on a radio Monday
Lipstick goodbyes and a promise
It's time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice
What are we fighting for
What am I trying to restore
someone's drinking all alone
someone's left the TV on
I don't suppose
no
To T.V. screens and complex books
My inner world of reason
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