Palomine

Tuesdays and Fridays I'd wait at the bus stop And guess who won't show up I'm tired of waiting for you Reflections in puddles And rain on their faces How awkward this place is When all seems connected to you You warned me from the first time on But I

From where I stand, I can see They've got the upper hand of me Reminds me of this world at last Simply changes much to fast for me And when they call out, will I hear them? And when they fall out, will I see them? This yellow light on the crowd And c

How does this rhyme, 'cause every time I see you Well, I could swear, must've met you somewhere Down under lock and key There's a brain-tag to every secret If I could keep my mouth shut There's a chance that I might even keep it You feel familiar and

Well I wish I had known your name Is it possible that we might have felt the same 'bout the senselessness within the air paints it's words almost everywhere now the sun will always shine on this palomine Well I wish I had known you then well who know

Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue Smoking fags and feeling cool Talking to the guy who lives downstairs Walking around in ridiculous flares Back in the bushes, we find a cat Beat'm up with a baseball bat And grandma says we'll turn out bad And go