We were down at deadman's hill smoking vines like cigarettes looking through the trashy mags trying to feel what's coming next you told me of crashing cars older brothers and late night bars i told you what i feel most and you kept it like a ghost forever don't you write it down remember this in your head don't take a picture remember this in your heart don't leave a message talk to me face to face lying on the bright blue jumping mat dinner bell is ringing barking dogs and model planes and the sound of passing trains we watch for bonfires in the sky on the beach in july spin the bottle steal the kiss postcards to the one i miss forever the one i miss forever don't you write it down remember this in your head don't take a picture remember this in your heart i'll leave a message when everything comes apart i remember cats on fire gasoline a burning spiral standing underneath the night fighting back with all my might empty cans and charred remains find them in the heat of day on the top of deadman's hill this is what i know of shame forever
From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart. With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops. I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.
Up on the airplane nearer my god to thee i start making a deal inspired by gravity if i did wrong i won't do it again i can be sweet and good and nice and if i had enemies they're friends i hold onto my life with the grip of a vice up on the airplane nearer my god to thee i start making a deal inspired by gravity that little spot on the ground is my hometown i like to call it my home and it's sweet i'd rather take a seat down there than a throne up here up above 30,000 feet and i'm up on the airplane i never should've read my horo- scope or the fortune on the bubble gum strip saying what you think won't happen will great thing to read before a trip on an airplane pilot says the big blue sky's like a swimming pool big fluffy clouds like a feather bed i'd rather have a real pillow underneath my head lying in my bed which is in my hometown which is on the ground far from an airplane far from an airplane up on the airplane up on the (i'll be making a deal) up on the (i'll be making a deal) up on the (i'll be making a deal)
Andy do you love me do you think about it will you say Turning brushwood into blazes turning summer grass into hay Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront with the black waves licking up the stones
I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read Something meant for your husband maybe you left under the bed Once upon a love those words blew free and secret but the pages lay around