Paroles de The Back-Lot World
I still crackleLike a motel
Frontier spackle/ summer backyard
Shopping cart
In our shadows
Late-day echoes
Weeds/ radios/ Jesus Christ knows your
Freckled heart
To walk North as sun is setting
Hope of getting to
Your ghost-filled brimming field as
The still comes
All those churches
Splint'ring perches
Blacktown searches/ stooping faces
Placing childhoods
It's a hot-town
Steam from the ground
Roads are unbound/ heart-strung and crowned
Through the lumbered trees
I killed a woman
She had it coming
She was myself and now I am free
All is something
Lost in nothing
Your grav'lly wiry fright'ning mind is
Built upon itself
We walk through the Back-Lot World
To the pi-o-neer frontier where you forgot dear
Nights you should hold
Freckled heart
To walk North as sun is setting
Hope of getting to
Your ghost-filled brimming field as
The still comes
All those churches
Splint'ring perches
Blacktown searches/ stooping faces
Placing childhoods
It's a hot-town
Steam from the ground
Roads are unbound/ heart-strung and crowned
Through the lumbered trees
I killed a woman
She had it coming
She was myself and now I am free
All is something
Lost in nothing
Your grav'lly wiry fright'ning mind is
Built upon itself
We walk through the Back-Lot World
To the pi-o-neer frontier where you forgot dear
Nights you should hold
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