I'll be your summer sheet your artificial sun Wear this old body down to its dust Always listening for harmonies Always afraid of what I've done Drunk on clues, buried in your wake I can tell you they aren't worth a dime
(chorus) I don't know how it hurts Just wear this suit to cover up the fear I've said it twice, third time is a bore. Let me wander even if it hurts.
We've traded forest for factories traded youth, to feel the silk of being haunted. Start up the line, the whole earth shakes. is it right? you tell me how smooth are the gloves.
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I do remember it was my gin genius that tucked the moon away and pulled the sun over the mountains. The horizon slides, postcards from a child's mind. Made to be envied were cashed on wine.