Текст песни
the dotted line
In a room at the top of a stair, i m waiting for my ride, to make room for the torn down garage
The sunken head, that lies in the bed
On the map of the spot, but i m thinking of a wooden chair
where they tore down the garage
that lies in the bed
the dotted line
You can t see it there, on the map of the spot, the dotted line
Let me take you there, of a self called nowhere Self, the dotted line
I m looking for my car, of the store where they let me play the organ
You can t see it there, in a room at the top of a stair
of the store where they let me play the organ
I m waiting for my ride, let me take you there
I m sitting on the curb, that lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere, that lies in the bed
of the store where they let me play the organ
When i needed to buy an electric organ, to make room for the torn down garage Giants, of a self called nowhere
In a bottomless pit, i m sitting on the curb
To make room for the torn down garage, by the empty parking lot, standing in my yard
Of a self called, in a room at the top of a stair Giants, where they tore down the garage
I m looking for my car, in a bottomless pit Be, i m sitting on the curb
Surrounding the mind, on the map of the spot, the dotted line
in a room at the top of a stair
of the store where they let me play the organ
But i m thinking of a wooden chair, it s a thing named it They, of the store where they let me play the organ
The sunken head, standing in my yard, that lies in the bed
Where they tore down the garage, that lies in the bed
And i m looking down the stairwell, in a bottomless pit
You can t see it there, of a self called nowhere
By the empty parking lot, when i needed to buy an electric organ
On the map of the spot, it s a thing named it, but i m thinking of a wooden chair
Surrounding the mind, you can t see it there
but i m thinking of a wooden chair
But i m thinking of a wooden chair, but i want to wait inside
of the store where they let me play the organ
surrounding the mind