You run like the blind man leading the blind,
Your friends can keep you entertained for a while.
Entertained for a while.
But you're still making excuses 
to stay out of the pictures you don't see yourself in,
Lucky you found a way to stay true.
A trophy wife, a sugar coated life.
All in time.
All in time.

Come on Adeline, it's our time for this story.
Come on Adeline, it's our time for this story.
The kids won't mind, they're asleep on your breast.
The kids won't mind, they're asleep on your breast.

Adrift at sea without taking a breath,
Drinking gin, I hope it lends a good time.
Hope it lends a good time.
You've been awake since you saw her dancing in your dreams.
You're such a fool for thinking  that you still have time.
No longer here to hold your hand,
It's all right,
We still have time.

Come on Adeline, it's our time for this story.
Come on Adeline, it's our time for this story.
The kids won't mind, they're asleep on your breast.
The kids won't mind, they're asleep on your breast.

Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.
Things ain't what they used to be.

Adeline

Lately everything’s a monotonous crawl
It’s these great expectations I can’t resolve
I swear lately all my friends are avoiding my calls
But there’s something complacent about it all.

I saw someone in the background breaking fourth wall,
And it’s weighing down on my brittle skull.
I swear lately all my friends have been plotting my fall,
But there’s something poetic about it all.

So much for the rest of your life.
Have a pinch of salt and wine.
Isn’t it just so sublime?
Come on, rest your weary eyes.

Lately everything’s a monotonous crawl,
It’s these great expectations I can’t resolve.
I swear lately all my friends have been plotting my fall. 

So much for the rest of your life.
Have a pinch of salt and wine.
Isn’t it just so sublime?
Come on, rest your weary eyes.

Salt And Wine

It was winter, all was frozen
Made a snowman out of roses,
Wearing something color coded
Took a picture out of focus.

Looked inside a silhouette,
Dance a slow minuet,
And get by all the rest,
They’re laughing with you, laughing with you.

There’s a silver thump inside my chest,
It’s beating round the bushes, beating round the bushes
Listening to blackbirds circling my head,
I put them in box with little bad thoughts.

In October, leaves were falling,
Made a scarecrow out of cotton,
Feeling something like a martyr,
Could have skipped town, who’d have caught us?

Looked inside a silhouette,
Dance a slow minuet,
And get by all the rest,
They’re laughing with you, laughing with you.

There’s a silver thump inside my chest,
It’s beating round the bushes, beating round the bushes
Listening to blackbirds circling my head,
I put them in a box with little bad thoughts.
You’ll get a kick out of it,
A kind of serenity - banality.
She fancies time in the sun,
But here it’s still winter, 
Still winter.
There’s a silver thump inside my chest,
It’s beating round the bushes, beating round the bushes,
She fancies time in the sun, 
But here it’s still winter.
But winters come and go.

Videoman

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