my fingers in the fixture
It's time to stop running and race
Damn it all, I am just sad
Everything's staying as fucked up
Because all that I used to have
Burned out in jar like a lightning bug
"Home" is a tight-wire show
Lucky for me that my feet don't grow
I live with hyenas who take me back eons
When we used to stay up and see the sun, say hello
Damn it all, I am just sad
Everything's staying as fucked up
Because all that I used to have
Burned out in jar like a lightning bug (x2)
I miss the times in streets
where we never got tired
Laying down in the grass by the empty camp fire
Like spies on the roof as we'd watch stars expire
But the image is a million years old
Damn it all, I am just sad
Everything's staying as fucked up
Because all that I used to have
Burned out in jar like a lightning bug
1 | Living Saints |
2 | Parked In The Parking Lot Of Your Heart |
3 | Screams In Caves |
4 | Most Miserable Life |
5 | Light Of Local Eyes |
6 | Convinced I'm Wrong |
7 | Pawner |
8 | Bottled Wind |
9 | His Devotee |
10 | Killin It |