all-time favorite song. [worship it.]
staring out of his window, this world rushes by, arthur robinson closes the glass and replies, i dream of ballerinas, and i don't know why, but i've seen cadillacs sailing...
and i was born on the shores of the chesapeake bay, maryland and virginia have faded away, and i keep thinking tomorrow is coming today so i am endlessly waiting...
and the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream...
carrie's down in her basement, all toeshoes and twinned with the girl in the mirror, who spins when she spins, where you think you'll end up, to the state that you're in, your reflection approaches and then recedes again...
yeah, but the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream...
well i have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives down the length of the evening, to the carnival side. in a house where regret is a carousel ride, we are spinning and spinning and spinning and now there's a hole in the ceiling, down through which i fell, there is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell and there are people who may say that they know me so well i may not go to heaven, i hope you go to hell...
yeah, but the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream, in his dream, saint robinson in his dream, some people are never quite what they seem...
come on, baby, come on, darlin, let's just get into my car and drive...
oh come on, get into my car and drive...
she should not always do the same things over and over...
and i was born on the shores of the chesapeake bay, maryland and virginia have faded away, and i keep thinking tomorrow is coming today so i am endlessly waiting...
and the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream...
carrie's down in her basement, all toeshoes and twinned with the girl in the mirror, who spins when she spins, where you think you'll end up, to the state that you're in, your reflection approaches and then recedes again...
yeah, but the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream...
well i have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives down the length of the evening, to the carnival side. in a house where regret is a carousel ride, we are spinning and spinning and spinning and now there's a hole in the ceiling, down through which i fell, there is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell and there are people who may say that they know me so well i may not go to heaven, i hope you go to hell...
yeah, but the comet is coming between me and the girl who could make it all clean, out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks saint robinson in his cadillac dream, in his dream, saint robinson in his dream, some people are never quite what they seem...
come on, baby, come on, darlin, let's just get into my car and drive...
oh come on, get into my car and drive...
she should not always do the same things over and over...