False Heroics Carousels
Stretching in her seatbelt
She turned and said to me,
“If I died today it would be kind of a relief.”
And I said to her, “Yeah, I know what you mean.
Some days I think the very same thing.”
Over the bottle top she turned and said to me,
“I’ve decided It’d be nice to have a family”
And I said to her, “You know, what’s bothering me
Is that the slower I move, the more life goes into high speed.”
She dreams in carousels of white
Painting them in shades of blood and black lights
Someday we will be the most beautiful thing
But until then it’s all jokes and feeling a little dirty
You always say…
You always say…
By the time we got to the top of the road
These lines were made of gold
By the time we got to the top of the road
I was sold
She dreams in carousels of white
Painting them in shades of blood and black lights
Someday we will be the most beautiful thing
But until then it’s all jokes and feeling a little dirty
Slouching in her pew she looks ahead vacantly
Wishing she was somewhere with someone doing something
And halfway through the hymn I go a little off-key
Just to hear her smile and say, “Yeah, that’s why I don’t sing.”
