It's too hot on a long ride home
riding home again, home again
the little signal's got you wondering 
who she's taking it off for

The hard drinks and the soft lights hum
feeling stoned again, stoned again
can you convince that to kiss her
is to feel faster than everything?

A little machine
catches your eye
a Tokyo Engine
in a whitestar sky

You put your fist through your sleeve
you make fist because you're sleeping
like a baby through a dead man's dream
down in a basement, on a dead end street
but you never dream, never dream

So put your fist through your sleeve
you make a fist on a dead end street
she says, "I'm taking my time with you"

Your halo's on fire

Goodbye Say Yes

What news from the trenches?
What news from the sky?
The boots are all soaking
and the wings are on fire

sweet soldier boy
don't die to that song
we can write you something better
spread constellations
like spider webs
across your glass till you see us better

your heart's on a barstool
and your friends are out west
keep knocking back potions
till she tells you you're sick

then get sober boy
go find a payphone
you can call her when you're feeling better
get back to that girl
get back to her by 11

and the clock strikes 11:42
you can call her when you're feeling better



11:42 [breathe]

Goldsharks

...And Crisis

We will slap you in the face if you will slap us in the face.

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