: The fading scent of summertime arbutus trees and firs the glistening of rain-soaked moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn
: I'm pulling through and it's because of you When I was stranded came your helping hand Lonely, hurt I had not known which way to turn 'Til you said
: Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation
: I looked down at a sparkling band And only saw my Mother's hand The things I've earned They never came too cheap But then the likeness only goes so
The glitter on a paint and plaster face Is covering desire and disgrace We could be lovers But no one suspects at all Once you're inside that costume
Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his
There's a crow flying Dark and ragged Tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down To pick up on something shiny I feel
The fading scent of summertime arbutus trees and firs the glistening of rain-soaked moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn
I looked down at a sparkling band And only saw my Mother's hand The things I've earned They never came too cheap But then the likeness only goes so deep
An invitation came my way Knowing it's dangerous to follow That girl in her Sunday suit Would have forbidden it But since those days I've changed my
I'm pulling through and it's because of you When I was stranded came your helping hand Lonely, hurt I had not known which way to turn 'Til you said, "
The men that I've been seeing Tthey got their soul up on a shelf You know they could never love me When they can't even love themselves And I want someone
Narrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe? I walked through halls of reputation
pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation,
at all As she draws lipstick smears on the wall The girl in the other room She powders her face And stares hard into her reflection The girl in the other room