The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
The Good Life
Send me to bed
My head's drowning out the thick and blurry sounds
Of horses on the highway
The days are running down
And I'm drowning out this overwhelming sad
Send me to bed
And tamp out the lamp
In the dark the colors fade
To shades of grey and black
But the city's fireflies wash the bedroom with light
Like an overwhelming sad
I must be drowning out
The roar of the engines
As they escape into night
The stillness unravels the long lost strands of our lives
They drift out the window, they drift out to sea
And I fall asleep
To an overwhelming sad