Like the flies I miss the scent and the chase,
the sweet smell of fruit trees
so I wait here on the bend
When the doves are released I'm in the weeds
and I can't see your green grass
so I wait here on the bend
Bride mine, she saunters through unharmed but very unkept
They whistle in her ears the years she's scored
to charm her way to find a home
The love she keeps tonight
won't give her peace but that's all, that's all right
That's all right
Let's discuss all the needs of the sick sick girls
Could you name them please?
Too long to list
I'm on the road of picture maps,
no picket fence and no white dress
It's the only way to keep me daydreaming
to tune the part that'll ring them dead
I feel I can save my life
You say I'm wrong but that's all, that's all right
That's all right
It's the bend that takes so long to be free,
to be free,
to be free
Yeah, free