Dishwater Blonde - Live

I see a monkey (?)
 The way that we used to
 He's got his head in his heads
 She's staring at her shoes
 Her spirits talking but her body's standing in the way
 Her spirits talking...
 We were thieves under that blanket
 Like magnet poles
 Pulling out the poison
 From deep within our soles
 I was a blind man,
 Reading your body like Braille
 I was a blind man
 I thought I heard you say
 Something beautiful in your own way
 You were softening
 Floating on the breeze
 Of my memories
 We live with our eyes half open
 The sun spinning 'round the room
 In the wisdom of words unspoken
 You said
 Something beautiful in your own way
 Something truthful
 You were softening
 Floating on the breeze
 Of my memories
 Something beautiful
 Something truthful
 I hear a softening
 Floating on the breeze
 Of my memories