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I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
that's clear enough, and that's what's important: to see me
my eyes can focus, my brain is talking, it looks pretty good to me
my head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful,
it looks pretty good to me
sometimes I speak, tonight there's nothing to say
sometimes we freak, and laugh all day
hold these pages up to the light,
see the jackknife inside of the dream
a railroad runs through the record stores at night
coming in for the deep freeze
Mary - a simple word, are you there in the country?
yr eyes so full, yr head so tight, can't you hear me?
remember our talk, that day on the phone?
said I was the door, and you were the station
with shattered glass, and miles between us
we still flew away in the conversation
my cup is full, and a I feel okay
the world is dull, but not today
she thinks she's a goddess
she says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
if she can bear to hear it
this is Eric's trip
we've all come to watch him slip
he's slipping all the way to Texas
can you dig it?
I see with a glass eye, the pavement view
a shadow forming, across fields rushing, through me to you
we tored down the world, and put up four walls, I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, fucking the future
I'm high and inside yr kiss
we can't see clear, but what we see is alright
we make up what we can't hear, and then we sing all night
skattered pages and shattered lgiths, a jackknife and a dream
there's something moving over there on the right
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