listen up lovely
and hear what the evening sees in you
lilacs and landmines
you count on your fingers
pitches you ought to be and soon
just let them call you

why do you think you're here?
trouble the backseat
worry the windshield with that face
what couldn't you have?

head of st. catherine
hearts that willl run to meet you
we only volunteers my ear

why do you think we're here?
is that why they call it clear?

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you can die
if you decide

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you can die
if you decide

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you can die
if you decide

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you can't die
if you decide

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you can't die
if you decide

i reckon i'd say some sometimes
my delicate slip of sunshine
you