She don't like to use the night for sleeping
Feverishly conducting heat in late electric symphonies
While I don't fight, just sit and sigh in waiting
Disconnected from that scene by crowds of loud-mouthed libertines

My body isn't doing my mind thinks it's doing
And my mind isn't doing what my body thinks is right
Oh, God, no, what a life

All the kids get up on this, start jumping
From diving boards pointed at the sky
Lured by my love's lullaby
Cause who can find these things like time on wall clocks?
That's not where the substance is
That is only promises

My heart is never doing what my heart wants it to be doing
And my head can't possibly do what my heard needs
Oh, God, yes, what a dream

Pouring out quick as clouds
Dropping to that solid ground
Heaven bowed, startled now
Scattering that silent sound
Light and salt, they bead her brow
Washing over the tepid town
The haze of night is all around
The gown of dawn slips slowly down

Our lives are never doing what the earth might assume them to be doing
We're finding secret corners to hide from deathly days
Oh, God, going such a ways


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