take care

she will fall on you like winter

you don't hear a thing but the beating of wings

as the lights go out



there you are

standing in the doorway

with a cigarette

you say, “hey rock n' roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool?

that shame is mine, ya know I've done it too.”

19's fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22



she will come

to any whispered invitation

try to send her away, she did not come here to play

she is not leaving empty handed

there we are

there we are



you say time isn't mine

to save or to waste

but i might stick around till the season changes shoes



the fortunate ones will always get to choose

19's fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22



take care, she'll rub off on you like weather

you won't hear a thing but the beating of wings

there you are