See the jackknife
There's something moving
And laugh all day
We can't see clear
A shadow forming
We've all come
The world is dull
To see me
But not today
To watch him slip
Sometimes we freak
But what we see is alright
The pavement view
My eyes can focus
It looks pretty good to me
See the jackknife
Mary, a simple word
Tonight there's nothing to say
See the dreams
In a conversation
Over there to the right
We make up what we can't hear
Remember our talk
It looks pretty good to me
Inside of the dreams
My girlfriend's beautiful
We still flew away
The record stores at night
That's clear enough
I breathe in the myth
We tore down the world
I see you with a glass eye
He's slippin'
And put up four walls
My cup is full
Scattered pages
The deep freeze
Across fields rushing
Your eyes so full
And you were the station
Up to the light
In the cold country?
That day on the phone
She says, she talks to the spirits
Can you dig it?
And miles between us
Fucking the future
She thinks, she's a goddess
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
Through me to you
I'm high inside your kiss
I'm over the city
That's what's important
A railroad runs through
Are you there
I said I was the door
If she can bear to hear it
Can't you hear me?
My brain is talking
This is Eric's trip
With shattered glass
And then we sing all night
All the way to Texas
Sometimes I speak
And I feel okay
My head's all straight
Hold these pages
Coming in for
Your head so tight
And shattered lights
