Burnside Project Cynical Weathers
Hey we’re like lemon and lime – let’s trade catastrophes
right down the line. You be the crazy one, I will be the
blind – together we’ll make the mirror ball shine. Hey,
we’re like the eve and morn, let’s trade catastrophes and
still be torn. I can be the one who follows tasteful
rules – you can be the one hovering and smothering and
blubbering fool. Let’s trade the weeds with the
marigolds, pull up the sidewalk and tear down the
scaffold. Let’s take the time to learn what nice is, and
let’s swap our vices. Hey, we’re like the river and the
sand, let’s trade catastrophes and let the acquittal
stand. I could be the one with the money in the bank, you
could be the one…fill in the blank. Let’s trade the weeds
with the marigolds, pull up the sidewalk and tear down
the scaffold. Let’s take the time to learn what nice is,
and let’s swap our vices. Hey we’re like the panelists
who can’t decide on the fate of a star. Hey we’ll keep
our voices low when dancing in a bungalow and taking it
all way too slow..only to let it go.
