歌词
Cool in a leather jacket
That his mother bought him from the goodwill primo rack
'Cause it reminds her of a time
How it goes when you need it
How it stays around when you are trying to be
Something different than you were
Am I lying to the crowd
If I say it's just something that she found?
Every drop comes back around
And it's heavy in the curtains
It's making puddles on the ground
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Blue and the white tails streaming from thunderbirds
Performing feats of military might for children
Crying is a poor solution for the quickly burning body
Where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel
Am I making too much?
We all know we're headed for a burst
Every drop is made of dust
And it calls you to the window
Where the woman say, "Hey, remember us?"
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Now, he waits at the corner, I'm standing there beside him
Admiring his prematurely jaded style
Makes a mess of getting out
From under these impressions of our mothers
That keep coming back around
Am I reading empty signs?
Is it just the paranoia of the times?
Every drop comes down the line
And it's running through our bodies
We're heavy on the vine