It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.
It won't do
To stir a deep desire,
To fan a hidden fire
That can never burn true.
The sign said 'headshots'
And that was all,
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call,
Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small,
It's strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall,
And make the difference
In what you see
No Cheap Thrill
Ante up. and don't be shy.
Who is that man who is catching my eye?
What's underneath all of the deadpan face?
Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace?
Lamebrain pete wants to spit in the sea.
He's got a cool hand but it isn't for me.
Butcher boy thinks he'll be splitting the pot.
But I've seen what he's got and it isn't a lot.
I like a tombstone cause it
And if it stands or if it crumbles
Only time will tell
If you carve my name in marble
You must cut it deep
There'll be no dancing on the gravestone
You must let me sleep
And time is burning burning burning
World Before Columbus
If your love were taken from me
Every color would be black and white
It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
That's the day that I lose half my sight
If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus
Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down