Well she tossed all night like a raging sea. Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine. With her spanish candles and her persian poems. Stuck on the rocks inside opus 40 stoned. And scratching
Time, all the long red lines. That take control. Of all the smokelike streams. That flow into your dreams. That big blue open sea. That can't be crossed. That can't be climbed. Just born betwee
Into a dream, I took a turn, and promised to return. The way we were, the way we met, the way I lit your cigarette. The way it trailed, into a stream, and lay down between. . You had to choose, a
Sea the corporal sea. Atlantic's too specific. Haven't time to settle sharks. Infest the water. . Kicking up the dust. Constructing new ideals. Old ones laid to rust. Nothing seems so real. .
Well she tossed all night like a raging sea. Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine. With her spanish candles and her persian poems. Stuck on the rocks inside opus 40 stoned. And scratching
Well I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. . And I