Angelface
we had a strong back then
in common, we had a bond that would never see the break of dawn.
yes, yes headed out west & got undressed
w/the nurture she gave me
made me trip & get obsessed.
there was a lady in Los Angeles
that handled this the way the manual suggest
she turned me on to music that i never heard before
she told me stories from a cup i haven't leaned to pour
& i don't know what hurt it more:
professional journals or perpetual burn holes
scarring up the dirty floor (peace)
found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow
it's like i follow anywhere that el diablo go
took a stroll w/the feline
& sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design
can't let her dance up on top on the top floor
been there done that
what do you think it's locked for?
i've lost more to my traveling soul
then i care to talk about so i'll be out, i'll be on the road
(down, down) down in Gainesville
no stranger to shame.
Coltrane & pain pills
sometimes the ceiling's too easy to stare at
but it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps & bear traps
& it can't come clean w/o the sun beams
& it ain't complete w/o the drum beats
i can tell she don't want me "as is"
time to climb back into the van & make the back stiff
& i had to add one more story to the infinite
already interwoven through a New York cigarette
ex lover & a best friend
best lover & an ex friend'll bend for alcoholic sentimentalism
& the rhythm of religion on the p.a. make the people here say, "God bless the deejay"
she stays to wait for a replay
while i wonder if i'll be able to hear it from the freeway
Chicago, inside of an empty bottle
there's a thin line between gossip & gospel
had to break a heart just to help me heal up
tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up
make sure the demons stay beneath the core
pray for you & yours & whoever you believe in more
look around you there's angels amongst us
sittin' in the rain at some sidewalk cafe
half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray
she's tryin' to find a lost soul to save
& i'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved
keep faith in my suitcase, pack my beliefs
angels exist, i've even seen some sleep
& she loved me more than i could imagine
so i waited till she slept then i stepped into traffic
-Atmosphere-
in common, we had a bond that would never see the break of dawn.
yes, yes headed out west & got undressed
w/the nurture she gave me
made me trip & get obsessed.
there was a lady in Los Angeles
that handled this the way the manual suggest
she turned me on to music that i never heard before
she told me stories from a cup i haven't leaned to pour
& i don't know what hurt it more:
professional journals or perpetual burn holes
scarring up the dirty floor (peace)
found a hollow hole in the Colorado snow
it's like i follow anywhere that el diablo go
took a stroll w/the feline
& sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the design
can't let her dance up on top on the top floor
been there done that
what do you think it's locked for?
i've lost more to my traveling soul
then i care to talk about so i'll be out, i'll be on the road
(down, down) down in Gainesville
no stranger to shame.
Coltrane & pain pills
sometimes the ceiling's too easy to stare at
but it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps & bear traps
& it can't come clean w/o the sun beams
& it ain't complete w/o the drum beats
i can tell she don't want me "as is"
time to climb back into the van & make the back stiff
& i had to add one more story to the infinite
already interwoven through a New York cigarette
ex lover & a best friend
best lover & an ex friend'll bend for alcoholic sentimentalism
& the rhythm of religion on the p.a. make the people here say, "God bless the deejay"
she stays to wait for a replay
while i wonder if i'll be able to hear it from the freeway
Chicago, inside of an empty bottle
there's a thin line between gossip & gospel
had to break a heart just to help me heal up
tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up
make sure the demons stay beneath the core
pray for you & yours & whoever you believe in more
look around you there's angels amongst us
sittin' in the rain at some sidewalk cafe
half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray
she's tryin' to find a lost soul to save
& i'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved
keep faith in my suitcase, pack my beliefs
angels exist, i've even seen some sleep
& she loved me more than i could imagine
so i waited till she slept then i stepped into traffic
-Atmosphere-
