He listens, understanding every word
And appears just like two weeks away

Good morning, you're my last pure hope
Take this waiter as my single note
And then

They went along the pale of days
And slept in sweet, white hearing lamps
To feel like careful pills

And then
Yeah, eventually she goes
My life is in a hose

And all that I could say
Would sound so $#&@ing grey
Eventually she goes

My life is in a hose
And all that I could say
Would sound so $#&@ing grey