false heroics
carousels
Stretching in her seatbelt She turned and said to me, If I died today it would be kind of a relief. And I said to her, Yeah, I know what you mean. Some days I think the very same thing. Over the bottle top she turned and said to me, Ive decided Itd be nice to have a family And I said to her, You know, whats bothering me Is that the slower I move, the more life goes into high speed. She dreams in carousels of white Painting them in shades of blood and black lights Someday we will be the most beautiful thing But until then its all jokes and feeling a little dirty You always say You always say By the time we got to the top of the road These lines were made of gold By the time we got to the top of the road I was sold She dreams in carousels of white Painting them in shades of blood and black lights Someday we will be the most beautiful thing But until then its all jokes and feeling a little dirty Slouching in her pew she looks ahead vacantly Wishing she was somewhere with someone doing something And halfway through the hymn I go a little off-key Just to hear her smile and say, Yeah, thats why I dont sing.