Album Name : Perfecting Loneliness
Release Date : 2002-10-07
Song Duration : 5:05
Jets To Brazil Perfecting Loneliness
I'm a long list with no time.
Sunset panic on the street,
sugar and lightbulbs,
the milk of kindness is behind us now.
With all those stones in your coat,
did you think I wouldn't know?
The teat leaves of trashed streets,
dirty needlesand sweets.
Zero to heaven in seven,
a lifetime,
a nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass
is going by so fast.
The radio is playing our tune.
I love it, could you turn it down?
The thought of you crying in my room;
I miss you, could you come around
sometime?
When the nigh comes down,
the world becomes a room
under the microscope
with a labcoat and glue.
I'm fixing this hole
with everything I knew.
The music is making my head split.
I love it, could you turn it off?
The thought of you is tearing me in two.
I miss you, could you come around
sometime?
Sometime?
This list is what went right;
your name is written twice.
We live like astronauts
and our missions never cross.
The stakes are high,
we're standing by.
There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you;
Everyone one seemed new,
natural and true,
perfecting lonliness
'til nothing's holding us.
Consider Earth:
we could be the first.