|
See the sun rise
So loud,
This whole town
Gets drowned out.
Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight
I'm driving over that way
Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day.
See the moon rise
So slow,
And shallow,
It burns halos in my eyes.
It's harder to swallow,
It's harder to breathe,
So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe.
They've got me underground.
|
|
