Dusty Groove

Even in an evening gown
You always got your sleeves rolled
All the way down
Messages you wrote were to be read alone
A laundry list in a clenched fist never meant to be shown
Can you read my mind?
Then how was my day today?
Ask the river to divide, what does the river say?
Flash of bone like a lightning strike
Ran down the line, shot up your spine like a shorted out mic
Swallow the sky
Swallow the sea
Number one with a bullet
No you can’t catch me
Swallow your pride
Just follow me
Tied down inside where the nightmares hide
Let the poor girl be
All the while that winning smile
Pale and still draining
Snow White’s blackout fire
Underneath your sweater ten fingers all red
I bequeath this gold map of the stars to the living dead
A little songbird singing
Inside my head
Smack down on the sofa
Breakfast in bed
Swallow the sky
Swallow the sea
Number one with a bullet
No you can’t kill me
Swallow your pride
Just follow me
Let the poor girl be