I wake up, my shoulder's cold, I've got to leave you Before I go, I pull my shirt on, walk out the door Drag my feet along the floor I pull my shirt on
Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you wanna get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, mystic seaport is that way Don't you
Occident out on the weekend That's the way that we relax English breakfast tastes like Darjeeling But she's too cute to even ask Blake's got a new face
A devastatin' backstroke All the way from France With shiny, shiny cuff links A shirtsleeve to enhance The pin striped men of mornin' Are comin' for
Ion displacement won't work in the basement Especially, when I'm not with you Here in the heartland, a feeling so startling I don't what I should do
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall To hang in the dark of
chestnut park on a saturday night mystical boys feelin alright raggedy wisdom falls from my hand as the ladies of cambridge know who i am I've held dreams
[Verse 1:] It was all a dream I used to read Thrasher Magazine, looking at pictures of skateboarders California So envy me, S.O.S. L.A.P.D. Docking the
Then it?s your business A modern piece of glasswork Down on the corner that You walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk With eyes full of suspicion
Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it ever
I see a mansard roof through the trees I see a salty message written in the eaves The ground beneath my feet The hot garbage and concrete And now the
I wake up My shoulder's cold I've got to leave here Before I go I pull my shirt on Walk out the door Drag my feet along the floor I pull my shirt on Walk
Every dollar counts And every morning hurts We mostly work to live Until we live to work She said, ?You know There?s nowhere else to go? But changing
Last born of the clan First one to be free Lived inside a house Beneath the hanging tree Loved them deadly nights That chilled him to the bone Words were
I had a feeling once That you and I Could tell each other everything For two months But even without hope With truth on our side When you turn away from
AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn?t close the door. You and this model sit outside the
In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
Unsentimental, Driving around, Sure of myself, Sure of it now, You stand this close to me, Like the future was suppose to be, In the eyes of the Grocery