Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Come on Baby, Lawn is Burning

Daylight Savings Time
from the album, Geometry

Who wrote this scene? You know what I mean.
It finally registers and rings.
Dodging knives, rearranging lives.
There were a thousand little things.
Grab a towel. Hear the wind howl.
Tell me, who loves you more?
Rain is gone, baby. (Lawn is too, maybe.)
Let’s say we hit the shore.

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning.
There’s nothing left but rock

Save daylight - turn back the clock
Jumping off a floating casino on a cruise to Mexico


You don’t want that life. I don’t need that strife.
Blinds drawn on an ocean view.

And we’ll find it, too – what we were born to do.
We’ll go where we please.
We’ll see through the trees.
We’ll shoot at the knees.


I’ll drink your wine. We’ll dine, recline.
You caught the subtle pass.
We took a chance. We left the dance.
Raise a toast. I’ll refill your glass.
Grab a raft and paddle like mad.
No need to pack a case.
We're jumping ship. You bit my lip.
We'll find a quiet cove – a secret place.

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning.
There’s nothing left but rock.

Save daylight - turn back the clock

Shut the doors on the club where the voices were dubbed


We don’t want that life. Dull as butter knife.
We're gold now, no longer blue
.
And we’ll find it too – what we were born to do

We’ll go where we please.
We’ll see through the trees.
We’ll shoot at the knees.


We made the scene. You know what I mean.
We were dying to find a cure.
Who's gonna mock the heavens at half past eleven?
Baby, I ain't never seen you so sure.

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning.
There's nothing left but rock.

Save daylight

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning.
Have you had enough talk
?
Save daylight - turn back the clock

You know it's twice as nice in our private island paradise


I don’t want that life. You don't need that strife.
We're gonna be made new
.
And we’ll find it too – what we were born to do

We’ll go where we please.
We’ll see through the trees.
And we'll shoot at the knees.

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