we are living
badly breathing
in a time of fine exhibits
we are humping the firewagon
for a finger in a glass of water
just to catch our breath
in a time of fine exhibits
losing words for progress
gaze upon savior
your plastic deals and silver walls
make it happen
you are driving
an invisible woman
home from the grave
and she is hot on the trail
of your lover
but you can't hit her
you can't touch her
so say goodnight...
badly breathing
in a time of fine exhibits
we are humping the firewagon
for a finger in a glass of water
just to catch our breath
in a time of fine exhibits
losing words for progress
gaze upon savior
your plastic deals and silver walls
make it happen
you are driving
an invisible woman
home from the grave
and she is hot on the trail
of your lover
but you can't hit her
you can't touch her
so say goodnight...