sgt slaughter
New member
your effulgence, glint of phosphor
you're always on the phone
this broken moth, this battered wing,
this limb is here to stay
i can see through (through your sides)
the heart of a star (left in here)
the sand in my eyes (petrifies)
i can never (never see this sight again)
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
this body of mine sinks into a sad decay
i could never help you
never turn you with my worRAB
or make you shiver
when i sibilate...
in the shadow, of a cop car
there was a dying bird
he shook slowly
and he told me
he'd only years to live.
i thought he meant
we were all dying
and i got a little scared
but i stole a clock from a record store-
and now i think i'm going to live.
i can see through (through your sides)
the heart of a star (left in here)
the sand in my eyes (petrifies)
i can never (ever see this sight again)
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
my ghost and i wade through a dark malaise
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
new york state's never seemed so far away
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA,
through every saccharine sound that you make
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
i wonder if you would ever cry for me
you're always on the phone
this broken moth, this battered wing,
this limb is here to stay
i can see through (through your sides)
the heart of a star (left in here)
the sand in my eyes (petrifies)
i can never (never see this sight again)
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
this body of mine sinks into a sad decay
i could never help you
never turn you with my worRAB
or make you shiver
when i sibilate...
in the shadow, of a cop car
there was a dying bird
he shook slowly
and he told me
he'd only years to live.
i thought he meant
we were all dying
and i got a little scared
but i stole a clock from a record store-
and now i think i'm going to live.
i can see through (through your sides)
the heart of a star (left in here)
the sand in my eyes (petrifies)
i can never (ever see this sight again)
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
my ghost and i wade through a dark malaise
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
new york state's never seemed so far away
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA,
through every saccharine sound that you make
when you cry for the nevergone past, LA
i wonder if you would ever cry for me