Lyrics
Flags blown by atomic bombs
A million angels trembling in intoxication,
a madman burns and vomits
visions of the lonesome and hungry
trying for their last romance
[instrumental break]
Beneath east breathing street
Graffiti Speakers Bleed Color Wheeled People
Riding in on Unicycles
With dilute pieces missing
From her torn down mountains
Illuminating his eyes in daytime
[instrumental break]
checkered sweater Jack Fang stands as a Jesus clone
Shimmering like the hills of Egyptian religious sands
As In a scene painted by a queen
With Colors smeared on a canvas
While his blurry distortion star Sarah Clark is Shipwrecked in the Nile River
nearby his apparition of shrouded fog
Fluoresces Flowers
in his digested clay mist, her blank out slurry
of Herding sheep dented and found by his weather
[instrumental break]
In a street walk scene Jack and Sarah echo,
“nothing really matters in the universe and keep trying to do everything !”
to the blooming tulips growing by Saint Peter's church
[instrumental break]
[instrumental break]
In a street walk scene Jack and Sarah echo,
“nothing really matters in the universe and keep trying to do everything !”
to the blooming tulips growing by Saint Peter's church
[instrumental break]
She still kisses Jack during the slow parts
Of the street fair and calls him an intense village
The eventual blazing death of her,
Because her mental gymnastics need vulnerable confidence
But let’s not talk about that while it’s working Jack
If we don’t have to, she says
[instrumental break]
Alas, she says
“we’ve been here before”
In our silent shelter
And we’re
Forever forgetting by
Twisting twirling ourselves alone
To the ballad of every autumn
and the aroma of family photos
[instrumental break]
My dear Sarah Clark
It would take years of archeology, kerosene, and sheer reality to
Turn compliment to endearment and tenderness to connection
During our youthful delusion at time of year
[instrumental break]
In a street walk scene Jack and Sarah echo,
“nothing really matters in the universe and keep trying to do everything !”
to the blooming tulips growing by Saint Peter's church
[end]
[instrumental break]
Alas, she says
“we’ve been here before”
In our silent shelter
And we’re
Forever forgetting by
Twisting twirling ourselves alone
To the ballad of every autumn
and the aroma of family photos
[instrumental break]
[chaotic guitar solo]
My dear Sarah Clark
It would take years of archeology, kerosene, and sheer reality to
Turn compliment to endearment and tenderness to connection
During our youthful delusion at time of year
[instrumental break]
In a street walk scene Jack and Sarah echo,
“nothing really matters in the universe and keep trying to do everything !”
to the blooming tulips growing by Saint Peter's church
[end]
[guitar solo]
In a street walk scene Jack and Sarah echo,
“nothing really matters in the universe and keep trying to do everything !”
to the blooming tulips growing by Saint Peter's church
[end]
