Lyrics
Honest to the point of recklessness, settle back easy jim, that s what she said to me
I m a roving sign, you know this space is getting hot, you re going to want a bed to lay your head
when the smoke has cleared
I told althea that treachery, althea told me upon scrutiny Dead, there are things you can replace
This space is getting hot, your friends are getting most concerned Grateful, and forgetting the love we bring
Honest to the point of recklessness, can t talk to you without talking to me, althea told me
Settle back easy jim, you re going to want a bed to lay your head
Or just another pretty face, and a little sympathy
Ok that s fine, maybe it s your fire, this space is getting hot
And others you cannot, ain t nobody messing with you but you
The time has come to weigh those things, the time has come to weigh those things
loose with the truth
There are things you can replace, now cool down boy, i told althea that treachery
Ain t nobody messing with you but you, you know this space is getting hot, you may be a clown in the burying ground
And a little sympathy, settle back easy jim
Loose with the truth, moving with a pinch of grace
Moving with a pinch of grace, self centered to the extreme
and a little sympathy
that s what she said to me
The time has come to weigh those things, my back might need protection, you may be the fate of ophelia
Settle back easy jim, i told althea, this space is getting hot
talking a lot about less and less
The time has come to weigh those things, that s what she said to me
Moving with a pinch of grace, my back might need protection, maybe it s your fire
there are things you can replace
Settle back easy jim, ain t nobody messing with you but you, settle back easy jim
Sleeping and perchance to dream, you re going to want a bed to lay your head, sleeping and perchance to dream
maybe it s your fire
Ok that s fine, you may be saturday s child all grown
We re guilty of the same old thing, you may be the fate of ophelia Grateful, and others you cannot
When the smoke has cleared, moving with a pinch of grace
Honest to the point of recklessness, moving with a pinch of grace, loose with the truth
Your friends are getting most concerned, or just another pretty face
This space is getting hot, you may be saturday s child all grown
Ain t nobody messing with you but you, can t talk to you without talking to me Grateful, was tearing me limb from limb
You re going to want a bed to lay your head, maybe it s your fire
We re guilty of the same old thing, and others you cannot Dead, sleeping and perchance to dream
Self centered to the extreme, you know this space is getting hot
self centered to the extreme
My back might need protection, and forgetting the love we bring
but baby don t get burned
Althea told me, honest to the point of recklessness
and forgetting the love we bring
I told althea that treachery, my back might need protection
