Comet Gain Moments In The Snow
I was trying to explain it to someone.
Like, run through the iron bridge overlooking Cottage
Lane. "Karen loves Peter" is written in paint. Ah,
bubblegum fossils are beautiful to you. Trees and
footballs and the train choo-choos, supposed to bring
you luck, but sometimes it is rain, but somehow it is
summer. Sing it on your Walkman, sing it as you walk
the rails alive, 1969. I'm beginning to see the light,
I'm beginning to feel all right. I really can't
describe it at all.
Take yourself and disappear, dear
Take yourself and disappear, dear
Take yourself and disappear
Before it's too late
I'll try again.
Like the yellow edge of an old copy of "Tender is the
Night," like a tape someone made you when you was
courting, do you feel all right tonight? Have you got a
face but the songs always remain the same, only a
handweight will remain. A smile you once had, lost in a
dream, (?) touched, waiting for a scene. Give up your
search, it's over because your eyes are open wide, you
can't find your way back. You'll go mad.
Take yourself and disappear, dear
Take yourself and disappear, dear
Take yourself and disappear
Before it's too late
Like the spilt white milk sickness just piled up in
your heart. I just want to believe in the audience, not
knowing where to start. Our minds are on our weekends,
and our minds are on our pay. Victims of a system
that's forgotten how to say "I love you". Only the
chance to dream a lot, dream aloud.
Take yourself and disappear
Take yourself and disappear
And that's the only way I know how to explain it.
