Lyrics:
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
metaphors, her bottles of gins and her North Africa stamp collection.
At night we would talk in dreams, back to back and we would always, always, agree.
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
Well, a long time forgotten
Dreams have just fell by the way
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today
But she never
tell just by the texture
It's soft and it's round, Yеah
Hit them lights
Don't gotta see it, just touch
On it, feel on it, Taste it
You done chеated
the halo of a streetlight
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the
Flash of a neon light that split the night
And touched
as I talk you through this
How loneliness edged into deep-seated psychosis
Lying away in crowded hotel rooms, focused on takers
With my feelings laid
older and it feels alright
I have a lover I talk to each night
We're feeling happy here in the light
But still it goes
Love, always the first love
Always
we'll laugh and talk all evening
Which is totally bizarre
Nothing like the life I've led so far
For the first time in forever
There'll be magic,
Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the
Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note
Oh, my God
Is she dead?
Just some broken bones
as I talk you through this
How loneliness edged into deep-seated psychosis
Lying away in crowded hotel rooms, focused on takers
With my feelings laid
on a Friday night
She waits tables, Waffle House, syrup is maple
The hours ain't bad and the income is stable
She knows it could be worse at least she's
Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the
Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note
Oh, my God
Is she dead?
Just some broken bones
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
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