Coffee Stains on My Skin and My Sheets

The Jonestown Syndicate

Compositor: Não Disponível

Inside all the museums around the world, Infinity goes up on trial tonight
Everything that was worth idolising once, is going out of style,
Voices echo "this is what salvation must be like after a while..."
But all my friends have the highway blues,
You can tell by the way their smiles frown,
An automated piano plays for them all,
With skeleton keys and notes that sound like the rain,
It sits snarling in the corner of the room with all its teeth bared,
Craving some attention from the calculated touch of the composer,
The only one who could orchestrate his happiness,
But all my friends, well, they've got the highway blues
I watch their empty cages corrode,
While they tell me every song sounds the same,
The silence really does sound so vacant without love,
I know either of us has really slept in weeks,
Coffee stains all over my skin and my sheets,
And I'm way too choked up to speak,
Am I a dreamer?
Or part of someone else's dreams?
In a place where iron horses rot,
Where all the grown children die from shock,
I finally reside,
Here, a damsels cry counts for nil,
Unless you really care,
Believe me when I say I care...
Because I'm trying pretty god damn hard to pretend I do…