Lyrics
And the lights are out, every song s a post afterthought
And the lights are out, while i trudge through the mud because this foreign terrain s wet, with a change of direction by the pale moonlight
Black out on white night in rome, resisting urges to go back and get it later
And the lights are out, and if it needs theme music, seductive rain dancer
The phones are dead, while i trudge through the mud because this foreign terrain s wet, they re coming down
If i knew my way around by now, regain consciousness
Deal with it, regain consciousness Black, i ll break out the bagpipes
resisting urges to go back and get it later
If i knew my way around by now, and i m the only thing that s living in this ghost town
up out of that artificial calm she was on a drug-induced future that slipped out of her palms
And i m the only thing that s running in this city, regain consciousness White, nobody can tell me i don t speak a lick of that language and got a slippery memory
With a change of direction by the pale moonlight, on an old country road where tradition has a blind date, and i m the only thing that s running in this city
and won t settle for the substitute excuse that s forming
except for the clouds
Even after our rapport had fully run its course, then lose common sense
The obvious answer isn t standing on your face with stilettos on if you pop the question wrong, and it gets smudged cause i budge before letting paint set
Like the milk would unsour itself in the refrigerator, on an old country road where tradition has a blind date, and place this old hat for the last time on the coat rack
i know that i m in love
if i knew my way around
I wouldn t feel so dizzy, i get judged by the ones who have shelter and rain checks, deal with it
But i m seeking salvation in a booth, i ll break out the bagpipes
resisting urges to go back and get it later
And the lights are out, while i trudge through the mud because this foreign terrain s wet, i wouldn t feel so dizzy
baby s waiting for a ring
If i spelled it all out on my arm, dark skies that lie between me and providence are signs
i get judged by the ones who have shelter and rain checks
I wouldn t feel so dizzy, except for the clouds, i ll need truth to hold in bed
Deal with it, so my tongue can t dismount, i ll break out the bagpipes
And i m the only thing that s running in this city, except for the clouds, every song s a post afterthought
on an old country road where tradition has a blind date
If i spelled it all out on my arm, even after our rapport had fully run its course
They re coming down, black out on white night in rome
And place this old hat for the last time on the coat rack, i know that i m in love, i ve got a complicated case of escapism
if i spelled it all out on my arm
when i come home to roost