Concept CDs and Power Lines
White palms, open and face up
Tracing lines, power lines
Wondering if they could connect us.
Nothing else seems to anymore.
I'm falling into memories
while you're falling in love
with someone else.
And the phone lines are useless
because you'll never call.
Somehow you forgot the smell of sex and leaves
I wish I could.
To me, never again will sex on the beach
Just be a pink drink.
And I'll watch the waves
Like we used to
I've got a concept CD about a train wreck
It reminds me of you.
I guess there's nothing left to say
I just didn't realize the power lines were down.
Tracing lines, power lines
Wondering if they could connect us.
Nothing else seems to anymore.
I'm falling into memories
while you're falling in love
with someone else.
And the phone lines are useless
because you'll never call.
Somehow you forgot the smell of sex and leaves
I wish I could.
To me, never again will sex on the beach
Just be a pink drink.
And I'll watch the waves
Like we used to
I've got a concept CD about a train wreck
It reminds me of you.
I guess there's nothing left to say
I just didn't realize the power lines were down.