I'm sorry for suggesting
I'm reading the whitewashed faces
I could use a connection
I'm watching the whitewashed faces
On a good night sent spinning
Knows to play it winning
Strawberry red Twizzlers
I wanna know what's with her

In the Sun lie pale lovers
Drink slow and slowly
Over each of us in our turn sat in line
And stuck to burn

She shines like carnival
Swimming through my book of dreams
All I know is all you've learned
Is all I want to be

You're right, I'm left, you're right
You're right, I'm left, you're right
You're right, I'm left, you're right
You're right, I'm left, you're right

In the morning goldfish dead in a bowl
Everybody's up on a pulpit all alone
This is your word of stone

Where were you when Rome was burning?
Who wants points? Well, it's not worth it
I'm trying hard to answer the letter
Always a writer between the weather

She shines like carnival
Swimming through my book of dreams
All I know is all you've learned
I need to turn

She shines like carnival
Swimming through my book of dreams
All I know is all you've learned
Is all I want to be

You're right, I'm left, you're right
You're right, I'm left, you're right