Definitive rows and the crackhead boyfriend reign high for a moment and
We drive to the drive-in
In the pouring rain

Thoughts stolen from the lonely theaters and the driving range
Where everything is orange in the morning
Everything is orange and strange

Horrific treasures lie of course
What are you gonna buy to replace us after the divorce?
I guess we were lovers for a moment
When a nation was dying and
The painters' hearts were smiling

Oh, I know you never wanted this lonely life
You old filthy bastard
It all comes back to me like an island
Where we were dreaming this dream
Where we could pay for this
Had no idea how much that it would cost
Fixated on human loss

Definitive roads and the crackhead boyfriend reign high for a moment and
We drive to the drive-in
In the pouring rain
Where everything is orange and strange

52 More Weeks of Winter

Orange and Strange

Kilgore Trout of the songwriting underworld uploads 365 lo-fi rock songs from a bunker in the burbs.

Orange and Strange

Sean Woosley