Dinos Lyrics

Dowsing Dinos

is that an earthquake in a brown paperbag concealing a
loneliness that will pass? talking numbers and telling
drunken jokes and in the morning forget that we spoke.
giving titles and taking them back are there friends who
communicate like that? coding words and mixing signals
lusting human contact. fall sets in cutoffs and cardigans
meet inside the next bands about to begin.