Cruel and Pretty

words and music: Detweiler

recording: OHIO



He woke

He knew that he was dying

He spoke

And found that he was flying

Upstairs

High above the city

Through the ceiling of the stars

So cruel and pretty



Arms spread across the dark river

The night air causing him to shiver

Like the fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven

Meet me in the backstreets of heaven



I don't wanna kiss you goodbye

I don't wanna kiss you goodbye

Hello, hello, hello, how the time flies

I don't wanna kiss you goodbye



He woke

He knew that he was dying

He spoke

And found that he was flying

Upstairs

High above the city

Through the ceiling of the stars

So cruel and pretty



Electric lines and wispy jet contrails

Ships at sea and B&O train rails

A tunnel of light like the Seven Eleven

Meet me in the backstreets of heaven