There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards* And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday Picnic baskets on the grave of Lola Montez
Bingo games and black lights Apocalyptic, walking Apologies accepted, spurred by sure design Something fled on Henry(?) Blazing blue down Cobb Street We surround it, singing (???)
I was the lucky one, too I was the lucky one all the same I was saved In the summer of my (???) flame/fame(?) I rock myself in its arms, forgiven In the face of fortune
And with the lucky one, too And with a broken heart, broke apart Into pieces that were sold as art I had to rock myself into famous places To replace my fortune To replace my fortune To replace my fortune
A dance, we turn on rest here Left like breadcrumbs for you Dropped from these skyscrapers Pieces from (???)
Apocryphal and shining Come the new crop circles Our avenging angels Singing in a secret code
I was the lucky one, too I was the lucky one all the same In the summer of my (???) flame(?) I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven In the face of fortune
And with the lucky one, too And with a broken heart, broke apart Into pieces that were sold as art I had to rock myself into famous places To replace my fortune I had to rock myself into famous places To replace my fortune I had to rock myself into famous places To replace my fortune I had to rock myself into famous places To replace my fortune