That’s the only thing she does it good
She’s a line thrower, dip it in a honey bowl
That’s the only way she has it good
Blur patches in the clouded sky
Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight
Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground
Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight
She’s a mainliner who’s never took a main line
Bay to bay, washing out her history
Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground
Coming up, up, up, up to make the flight
She goes from one sky to another looking for a liner
Too high to catch her tears and sighs
Going down, down, down, down to feel the ground
She gets down on her knees to make up life
She’s a one liner who’s never found the one line
Room to room, flushing away her memory
She gets down on her knees to throw up life
She’s a line burner, rub it in with vinegar and oil
She goes from one bay to another looking for a liner
She gets down on her knees to make up life
She gets down on her knees to make up life
