I make out with the miles in my mind
and sat up with a story this time
And leave home with a moral to try but I'd be all to you
I'd see all with the time that we got left tonight
Reach off to the back where you are
But silence can't reach you a solemn treat that you won't leave
and hours can't beat you they couldn't seem to make you bleed
Well you're figgering biggering all the longers and goners
And all the song nerds and bong nerds you got a bomb in your pocket But you could be all to me
And feel all of the tapes that you see some night
I sat up with a story this time
you say I'd be home tonight and see off you to sleep in the arms of the night
But silence can't reach you a solemn treat that you won't leave
and hours beat you they couldn't seem to make you bleed