Song | Riding Tigers |
Artist | Slapp Happy |
Album | Casablanca Moon/Desperate Straights |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear. | |
As our lives dissolve we revolve | |
Lonely & uninvolved. | |
Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're | |
masticating maize. An empty gaze, | |
sitting like that for days. | |
Try as we may, calendars | |
are scattered, furnaces go cold, | |
wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old. |