This is the best, the best of the blessed It didn't test the camera I couldn't take another picture from the fire But it's taking hold, the paper and gold The foolish thoughts we inspire I somehow overthrow the places I've grown to admire Sit on the throne, and talk on the phone You'd be better off dead and the rest is a throwaway line A lock of the curls of a beautiful girl standing by my side She could've thrown me off like the deadest weight
There is a mountain of lovers uncounted to dig up and throw away You're one of those lovers it'll hurt to uncover one day You are the west and the west is a test Dig it up please and play nice There's no way to measure but pleasure to pleasure
As you yell out the window Through the red of the engine light Til you're smashing the rock into roll Til your're smashing the rock into roll Through the glass of the window Through the stone of the wall Through the red of the engine light Til you're smashing the rock into roll Til you're smashing the rock into roll More from The Heavenly States