i thought we\'d escape
i packed a fishing line and counted on it
i thought we\'d escape
i packed a fishing line and counted on it
but dreaming is for moonrise
amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes
i treat him like a lady
i treat him as i would he unto me
give rose rose-seller a run for her money
with silicone and poetry
but it\'s the end of me
i thought it could change
i\'d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
i couldn\'t get there behind walls of sunday papers
i thought it could change
i\'d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
but dreaming is for moonrise
and moonlight ails these tired eyes
i treat him like a lady
i treat him as i would he unto me
give rose rose-seller a run for her money
with silicone and poetry
and it\'s the end of me
here i am
here i am
and here i stand
here in my kitchen where i familiar with every brand
here i am
a front line with labels where i witness custard\'s last stand
here i am
