Started from Places, Everyone by Last Full Measure
Tracklist
| 6. | Started | 5:41 |
Lyrics
put out trite expectations
a schedule for primping belvedere
i'm out of invitations
call me back when you're done serving elderly political careers
"who was driving when we crashed?
who's supposed to foot the bill?
who could live like this/live with this?"
easy, easy
it was autumn in your pale green window vale
in what seemed to be a fine and narrow plane
it was honor filling up the city bus
polished doubts illuminated for the good displayed beyond the window pane
"who was driving when we crashed?
does it matter? "yes, of course it fucking does
don't tell me i, don't tell me i…"
easy, easy
ten years ago pronounced dead on the scene
you hate what you started
how long will you live without reveries
when you see his mother buy groceries?
