i think that a lot of these lines are wrong. this was the best that i could do:
in a wasteland for strangers,
i sought advice from a friend,
and he cast his dreams upon me:
try and catch a comet in a net.
well, you were stranded in this
high school kiss,
but you kept like honey to my lips,
but did you really want that station
if it means you have to die?
if it means getting off the ride?
well, i forgot to worry because you made
a case for me to sing. i thank you.
splash water on my face.
the mirror makes a map to trace.
the lines escape my razor's paint.
pastoral scenes replaced;
soon those distant planets in your kaleidoscope,
you'd cross the sky.
tie a scarf around my neck;
and you love to ride electric trains
and go or stay 'til you're back there.
well, i can't run away like that ever again.
(and go or stay before the freezing day we took the middle?
forget your cue. they don't want me and you to happen.)
well, i forgot to worry now.
you make a case for me to sleep. i thank you.
i thank you for your patience and your thoughts;
for words, our kids, our dream, your arms around me.
on through the changes,
it wasn't hard to get by on crumbs.
as wolves, we starve to tame our wanting.
yes, we do long to be hungry as we were.
as i film my mind with a dream tonight,
our days align; night's sharp descent.
well, i'm not looking for dead-ends
as i go running out into the cold.
i was worried about running out alone.
i don't need to worry now. you made
a case for me to sing. i thank you.
thank you for your patience and your thoughts;
for words, our kids, and dream; your arms around me.
i don't often worry how they built
a train with tracks and steam add wine
so sweet to fill my mind
we take our time.
we take all.
we take off.
we take our time to drive on, to drive home,
to drive through, to drive straight through town
'cause it doesn't end.
the future doesn't hide,
and it don't bend.
here we come. here we come. here we come.
you wrinkle, wrinkle, wrinkle.
and i'm beginning to like my face.
i think that a lot of these lines are wrong. this was the best that i could do:
in a wasteland for strangers, i sought advice from a friend, and he cast his dreams upon me: try and catch a comet in a net. well, you were stranded in this high school kiss, but you kept like honey to my lips, but did you really want that station if it means you have to die? if it means getting off the ride?
well, i forgot to worry because you made a case for me to sing. i thank you.
splash water on my face. the mirror makes a map to trace. the lines escape my razor's paint. pastoral scenes replaced; soon those distant planets in your kaleidoscope, you'd cross the sky. tie a scarf around my neck; and you love to ride electric trains and go or stay 'til you're back there. well, i can't run away like that ever again.
(and go or stay before the freezing day we took the middle? forget your cue. they don't want me and you to happen.)
well, i forgot to worry now. you make a case for me to sleep. i thank you. i thank you for your patience and your thoughts; for words, our kids, our dream, your arms around me.
on through the changes, it wasn't hard to get by on crumbs. as wolves, we starve to tame our wanting. yes, we do long to be hungry as we were. as i film my mind with a dream tonight, our days align; night's sharp descent. well, i'm not looking for dead-ends as i go running out into the cold. i was worried about running out alone.
i don't need to worry now. you made a case for me to sing. i thank you. thank you for your patience and your thoughts; for words, our kids, and dream; your arms around me. i don't often worry how they built a train with tracks and steam add wine so sweet to fill my mind
we take our time. we take all. we take off. we take our time to drive on, to drive home, to drive through, to drive straight through town 'cause it doesn't end. the future doesn't hide, and it don't bend. here we come. here we come. here we come. you wrinkle, wrinkle, wrinkle. and i'm beginning to like my face.