Attic Lights

The trees high five
Explosions collide.
And you're all benign
You're on your own.
The trees running bare
With stuff in there hair
And could it be home?
And could it be home?
So come on up you're all alone.
With vinyl CD's and megaphones.
And tuck in your lip, you're on your way.
You're riding in an airplane.
When big people talk,
With mud in their socks,
With stuff your hair,
And you're already there.
When you're on your own.
And could it be home
And could it be home
So come on up you're all alone.
With vinyl CD's and megaphones.
And tuck in your lip, you're on your way.
You're riding in an airplane.
Please my darling sis,
You're sinking lingers,
And these attic lights where
This brightness is not yours.
And I'll wait for you,
But it's not much better.
And I'll sing for you,
But it's not much better.
And I'll love for you,
But it's not much better.
Come on and I'll sing for you,
But it's not much better.
Come on and I'll wait for you,
But it's not much better.
Come on and I'll wait for you,
But it's not much better.
Come on and I'll love--
But it's not much better.
Come on and I'll love for you,
But it's not much better.
And I'll wait for you,
But it's not much better.
And I'll sing for you,
But it's not much better.
And I'll love for you,
But it's not much better.
Come on up you're all alone.
With vinyl CD's and megaphones.
And tuck in your lip you're on your way.
You're riding in an airplane.
Please my darling sis,
Since your sinking lingers,
And these attic lights where
This brightness is not yours.
Come on and I'll wait for you
But it's not much better
Come on and I'll love for you
But it's not much better