Kind Of Like Spitting - Song For Annie's Harmonica Lyrics
Slid right through the turnstile and off the loft we wentWe were taken in by strangers, and called about by coil and kinOh, concentrate on as far back as you can goWhen we would put a bullet in its belfry, to prove it's all a hoaxSo what we don't impress the fireworks with the strumming of our smilesBut you can look up how high heaven is, and try to count the milesKeeps you busy for a whileSays the cradle to the kick drum, that life begins againSmoke butts like spent bullets, street sweeper's home to sleep againAnd when he put his arms around me, his hoodie smelled like gasolineSo here's to all lost fragrances, to a future with some balance to a future without Judgement, to a future with my familyTo a future without anger, to a fate of more than damaged fits, to a future worth remembering.