Where they met isn't relevant, so let's just say in the Wisconsin Dells. They drove fast through everywhere except Ohio. Because the cops there tend to
It must have been in September when, swiftly, we leapt from buildings, waiting for the perfect kill. And your eyes got crimson when you got closer. And
Ties shoes in double knots and prefers unhappy endings. Dreams of flying over neatly-trimmed landscapes. Hates the sunlight too. When boarding airplanes
So far, we're so far from home. We lost the albatross. It made me think of you. Yeah, I need something new. And now the stars are up and so I wish you
unless they get to its own first. Get 'em, (uh huh) x8. Get the pistol, back up slowly, scream a bit and finally meet your demise. And the suspension
In her youth she made tons of pence ghost-penning songs for big hair aristocrats. Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed, shaped like a coffin and filled
Audrey I just want to lay my head on your belly Would you touch my neck would you tell me about your day 'Cause I'm aching inside and I don't really feel
We dreamt it clearly, shush don't tell them: the blue craters and all of the glass, the lush plant life, the lack of angles and the fluorescence, under
dance like the best of them, as long as the lights stay low and the jockey knows what she's doing. Don't think aloud, so what if our teeth protrude more than yours
Beneath your thick skin, there must have been a creature controlling you like a marionette robot. Or else how could you have said those things? Or else
Her kisses are metallic and her touch is firm but cold. And I don't thinks she sleeps at night, but plugs into the wall. And we have a great relationship
There's something about this place that's spooky. There are mosquitoes in the stucco, as if it was built with blood. So let's rule out nothing, except
The forest scares the hell out of me. There are ghosts in there that tell you ferocious things. And old ladies with toads for pets who mumble incantations
was two dimensional. But somehow you were the third coordinate and you were towering over our college rule. Would you draw me with your pencils and your
She'll go head to head if you want to. She's got endorsements from Namco. She ain't afraid of no nothing. She ain't afraid of no ghosts. You go for the
Poor Pete is a bit self-conscious and he thinks that he's a vampire. He gets into his off-white Saturn and heads into the suburbs. He looks at himself
's gonna go to roshambau the best of a two out of three the snap of the twigs and the squeal of the clicks and the sound of your head when you're thinking
She sold her Warlock And bought her drum machine Fired her old band Because they hated 909 beats She's got a loft space Takes the L- train to Bedford