There's a crack in the handle
From the study trip in Athens
Until they stopped in the street
For the first time in my life
There's a warm, warm rain
The darkening sea and the light
And the light out on the Mediterranean
And burned like candles in the memory
Of all the things that we mislaid
Hey there, I don't wanna stay here
I decree there is a higher plane
Someplace of little consequence
That I might see your face again
Before the living and the dead
Oh, I can't believe I waited so long
From the shopping trolleys on the riverbed
To the sound of the basement's booming
Can I see your face in this acid light
Of another suburban evening?
As I roll my eyes up to these dirty skies
And count the days till I'll be leaving
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
And I might see your face again
Before the living and the dead
And what is love, what is love
And Lord, won't you de liver me
and the transparent bikini?
Like, isn't there some skeleton army
I should fight that I might vanquish?
Please, won't you listen to me,
your unfaithful servant's
I decree there is a higher plane,
someplace of little consequence
That I might see your face again
Before the living and the
What is love in the time of ecstasy
and bare -knuckle fighting?
Don't tell me that he died
I knew not what I vandalized
Don't tell me that he died for that
Take me down to the Paradise Club
Where the girls are drunk and oversized
Don't tell me that he died for that
And there's a crack in the
That I once bore back, I decree
Someplace, a little consequence
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