i’ve been drifting along
in the same stale shoes
loose ends tying a noose
in the back of my mind
if you thought that you were making your way
to where the puzzles and pagans lay
i’ll put it together
it’s a strange invitation
when i wake up
someone will sweep up my lazy bones
and we will
rise in the cool of the evening
i remember the way that you smiled
when the gravity shackles were wild
and something is vacant
when i think it’s all beginning
i’ve been drifting along
in the same stale old shoes
loose ends tying a noose
in the back of my mind
if you thought that you were making your way
to where the puzzles and pagans lay
i’ll put it together
it’s a strange invitation
Artist: Beck
Year: 1997
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 63