Из альбома: The Record Play
day one still a cold telephone and you're
rubbing your eyes the wrong way the less
you know about in betweens the more time
will pass by circling cities for night life
and you say daytime cities are old conversations
too old and if so where were you at two and
where are the reels i left in the car so far
so maybe a day drive will dry your eyes had
hourly thoughts written down in quarters at
seven twenty seven there's paper on the floor
one eye open and no ink to write and nothing
to write