So the chemistry's set,
and I'm not the saddest cheerleader
to forget the American word.
For the gang in the head
that dwindles 'til no members when
The mystery's met,
the sky looks threatened
heading home in the dust,
singing 'Life Is Forgettin',
good enough for the frivilous.
There's one thing I remember is
this tear on your bare shoulder,
this little silver boulder,
this slowly falling star.
We're rolling, so what?
Never getting older where the moon-shocked curtains part.
The start of enough,
a tear dropped in a vaccination scar.
I'll tell ya if I'm able, that is,
I'll tell ya like it is.
He went down like a bad card table, like
the Tacoma Narrows Bridge,
like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
Swimming on a bit,
"stop, you're treading water" as the sun assimilated the words.
For lighthouse fire
burning down to ember's end.
The mystery met
sky just reddened,
heading home under dusk.
Is life just forgettin' another word for frivilous?
Little silver boulder, silence from Mars.
For the heart of enough
or a teardrop in a Vaccination Scar.