Brett Detar Coasts
Making circles. Breaking circles.
Changing coastlines. Changing minds.
Horizon on the left side. Horizon on the right.
Somewhere in the middle sits a boy who just don't know,
but he's sure enough of one thing that this can't keep
going on.
Well it's just ain't right.
We should be side by side.
You should feel at home, dear.
I give up the fight.
Take a picture of a glass heart in washington square
park -
he'd probably crack it open tryin' to make his mark.
Bending backwards for a bastard stands a girl who's
back's too sore.
Her bones are getting brittle from shouldering the
load.
Well it's just ain't right.
You should have your time.
I should feel ashamed, dear.
I'm giving up the fight.
Your busted baby's gonna make it up.
Been too long diggin' dust.
Been too long gatherin' rust.
Been too far gone.
Your busted baby's gonna make it up.
Been too long diggin' dust.
Been too long gatherin' rust.
Been far too long.
Well it's just ain't right.
We should be side by side.
You should feel at home, dear.
I give up the fight.
Well it's just ain't right.
You should have your time.
I should feel ashamed, dear.
I'm giving up the fight.
