how does the water taste
if it's sweet or it's sour
it's probably a waste
how does the logic feel
if it's bright and it's painless
it's probably real
fight it
don't fight it
stay quiet
and you'll like it
the front grass looks like roses again
little james saw the airplanes
disappear right out of the sky
(asked why)
they said there's nothing there
but they forgot all the air
because you can't kill air
shouldn't stay in the way
oh I used to be disgusted
and now I try to be amused
but since their wings have got rusted
you know the angels wanna wear my red shoes
but when they told me about their side of the bargain
thats when i knew that I could not refuse
and I wont get any older
no the angels wanna wear my red shoes
I was watching while youre dancing away
our love got fractured in the echo and sway
how come everybody wants to be your friend
you know that it still hurts me just to say it
I know that shes disgusted (oh whys that)
cause shes feeling so abused (oh thats too bad)
she gets tired of the lust (oh im so sad)
but its so hard to refuse
how can you say that Im too old
when the angels wanna wear my red shoes
oh, I said "Im so happy, I could die"
she said "drop dead" then left with another guy
thats what you get if you go chasing after vengeance
ever since you got me punctured
this has been my sentence
Sheltering by asking if she's young too.
I supposed my mind works against you.
Sweltering. Trying something new.
I picked you up. That doesn't mean that I like you.
The weather does strange things to old bones.
"I've seen too many winters," he says.
Outstretched hands, feeling sick, inadequate.
I'm shades of what I used to be.
I've come to know my self too well.
I've come to know that it scares me.
Leave who you've become on the floor
by forgotten things you don't need anymore,
you're home
The question for business.
The question why up it stacks.
In alleys and pathways,
by steam and by foul smell.
It seems like it matters.
It seems as they come and stand
in lines and in columns,
some can't find some place to go.
Why in the morning, why in the afternoon?
The rumors are boring, almost as boring as you.
Why do I change? Why do I change first?
The question for business.
The question why up it stacks.
In alleys and pathways,
by steam and pathways,
by steam and by foul smell.
Why in the morning, why in the afternoon?
The world keeps on turning.
Why don't I want to do anything?
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr