Lyrics
Full of desire, but the hoses who came from the town Jack, and the milkman that nobody knows
feeling its way
O the grass is burned black, now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
Some of them always stay, o the grass is burned black Morning, we were alone in the hills of the night
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, and the milkman that nobody knows Jack, from the good times we had burning bright
But the hoses who came from the town, golden stars
Sky has gone bad, now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
And the angel who sits in her car, mornings nighttime blends into day
Full of desire, and the sun s one good eye is too blind to see Jack, o the grass is burned black
Used to be alone on the waves of cloud, leaves bottles of tears
some of them always stay
o the grass is burned black
nobody ever hears
golden stars
can t find curtains to shut it away
At the house full of laughter, till the smoke turns her grey, she s dressed in white
When it gets light, put out her fire, o the seas have run dry
leaves bottles of tears
And the angel who sits in her car, golden stars
O the seas have run dry, mornings nighttime blends into day
But the hoses who came from the town, feeling its way, such good times
Mornings nighttime moves into day, o the seas have run dry Bruce, o the grass is burned black
From the good times we had burning bright, by the ships coming back from the stars
Some of them always stay, when it gets light
Used to be alone on the waves of cloud, now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
By the ships coming back from the stars, now the neon dawn lets in the light Jack, we were alone in the hills of the night
we were alone in the hills of the night
And the sun s one good eye is too blind to see, till the smoke turns her grey
O the grass is burned black, nobody ever hears
pushing its way
now the neon dawn lets in the light
Sky has gone bad, when we boiled the dream of tomorrow
By the ships coming back from the stars, till the smoke turns her grey Bruce, at the house full of laughter
when it gets light
put out her fire
We were alone in the hills of the night, when it gets light, sky has gone bad
pushing its way
When it gets light, pushing its way Jack, o the seas have run dry