in my head we come from fabled lands
we come home to the people dancing off to funny bands
in my head we fall but never land
we fumble inability with faith clenched in our hands
even if we knew how much this love would take to stand
its just a matter of how long we take to make a plan
in my head eleven thirty says
"im too close to tomorrow and too late to start again"
in my head were bold but never blessed
three lungs burning empty feeling further from the rest
come on now enjoy the subtle aching in your hands
pick me up some pornographic life stained sillowhettes
in my head septillion cigarettes
a hundred thousand million miles of tongue with nothing said
in my head i forget the rest
cause in my head you're perfect with your blood inside your flesh
we are just as crazy as the love cuts make us seem
black spooky hollow beauty happy halloween
your gorgeous eyeballs freak me out and seeing them would mean that they could work together with your head to form a scene that you would hate