Day Glo

DayGlo, chrome window
 Shapes in the clouds
 The hungry shoosh for miles around
 Upstream, jumpin' out of the water
 Gills in the air
 I got many people to thank
 But I can't write letters
 I can't write letters
 My friends on the edge of the old graveyard
 They sit on an old, grey porch
 And watch foxes play and juggle wine
 The kind of wine that you don't mind spillin'
 That you don't mind spillin'
 Well, I fill out the forms and I make my death come slowly
 One at a time some kind of record unrollin'
 "You best begin sometime," she said
 "But you can't start until you're ready"
 Yet it seem to be controlled
 Somehow pulled by fingernails
 Eyelashes and all the essential parts
 We talk about dreams a lot
 She reads our fortunes out loud
 I think it's funny and I go stay with her
 And I go stay with her
 And I don't mind dyin'
 When I make love to her
 To her, to her
 DayGlo
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 Under a wall of sound
 A riverbed of clay
 The distance between us stays
 Close, but not close
 Far, but not too far away
 Close, but not close
 Far, but not too far away
 DayGlo