words from the bus: No Explanation For That
Crying in my sleep like extinguished lanterns left to gutter
The party ran out about the same time as the wine
And the sun has not come up yet and I am so alone but there's
No cure for that and
No cure for the dead canoe
Left splayed on the front lawn, ribs shattered
In the aftermath of something I cannot remember,
And would not want to, except
I need an explanation
The party ran out about the same time as the wine
And the sun has not come up yet and I am so alone but there's
No cure for that and
No cure for the dead canoe
Left splayed on the front lawn, ribs shattered
In the aftermath of something I cannot remember,
And would not want to, except
I need an explanation