I still crackle
Like a motel
Frontier spackle/ summer backyard
Shopping cart
In our shadows
Late-day echoes
Weeds/ radios/ Jesus Christ knows your
Freckled heart

To walk North as sun is setting
Hope of getting to
Your ghost-filled brimming field as
The still comes
All those churches
Splint'ring perches
Blacktown searches/ stooping faces
Placing childhoods

It's a hot-town
Steam from the ground
Roads are unbound/ heart-strung and crowned
Through the lumbered trees
I killed a woman
She had it coming
She was myself and now I am free

Free to love you
You unspooling
When day is cooling rain clouds coming
Are lighter than the night
All is something
Lost in nothing
Your grav'lly wiry fright'ning mind is
Built upon itself

We walk through the Back-Lot World
To the pi-o-neer frontier where you forgot dear
Nights you should hold


Lyrics submitted by frozeninsideitall

The Back-Lot World song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain