We don?t gamble, we don?t do the stock exchange We paint paintings, we write scenes for the stage We will talk about welfare, we will talk about sex Talk
be in some mess I see how you see her creaky bones, bitchin' 'bout IRS Well, take a look child through this photo album She sang to sailors in the war
stone I realized I'm just a hack actor Finished playing my role You're reading my books, dreams old men dream It's just like when we were kids We'd
Thick fog grows in waves on the Golden Gate I was checking my watch seven minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar
Every man I fall for drinks his coffee black Love and hate are tattooed on his knuckles And my name is on his back Every man I fall for works the graveyard
How's it gonna feel when summer ends Out of money, out of friends? I've seen enough of nothing new The blackest stain on history or last laugh blues
apartment B Everywhere white's what I've seen I've never lived alone so near the ocean breeze I can finally afford high anxiety Reach up, cold air hits
Back door, exit doors Now I wanna be your dog, tape winding up Hot tide, rattling off Say goodbye to the friends you brought run with us Oh, where I
On the night that my love broke through On the night that my love broke through Revelations that came unglued On the night that my love broke through
Something is not right with me Something is not right with me Something is not right with me How was I supposed to know? Something is not right with
I'm clock watching getting dumb Photographic models, a house painted solace I'm like [Incomprehensible] in the sun And I give up raising your kids America
Flash flood, you got too comfortable So I showed you, who's really in control You gave all of your savings to the poor Lightning on the river and you
I sold you for parts, you get what you want Bet I wanted to, I know who you are Don't know who you're not, I don't dare ask Come back, use the stove We
We don't gamble we don't do the stock exchange we paint paintings we write scenes for the stage we will talk about well fare we will talk about sex
In apartment B Everywhere White's what I see I've never leaved alone So near the ocean breeze I can finally afford High anxiety Reach out Cold air
I sold you for parts You get what you want Then I'll want it, too I know who you are Don't know who you're not I don't dare ask Come back, use the stove
Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right Or you'll be in some mess I see how you see her, creaky bones, Bitchin' 'bout IRS Well take a look child, through
Thick fog rolls in waves On the Golden Gate I was checking my watch With 7 minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the
