weather permitting.

[new_wave_jacky]

crack my head open on your kitchen floor
to prove to you that i have brains
meanwhile tin men are lead by little girls
down gold roads that lead to nowhere
fine time to fake a seizure
to feel your mouth on mine, you're savin me
whatever happened to that silly dream you had?
i wanna make it real, i'd love to rub your back
like a plane crash that never hits the ground
i fall in love with you
i'm nose over tail for you
your voice like the sound of sirens
to a house on fire, you're savin me

i need this cd back.