Gluecifer Follow

In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter daysIn the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night
drunkenhazeKeep on seeing things in the corner of my
eyeLike this guy in an old baggy t-shirt, smiling
like he grasped somethingthat is hidden to the rest of us,
the way he will stand completely stillwhile people just
walk on byGirl on a bike probably on her way home.
Girl in a car talking on herphone. Phone girl does not see
bike girl and hits her. Bike girl makes asickening sound
as she hits the street. People scream. I am on myway
home.Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a
potato. Sifting thru hispockets coming up old bus tickets
and grocery store receipts. Droopyeyes and baggy black
jeans It's his first time in OsloPretty boy on
one of those cruiser bikes Keeps checking his bedheadhairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful
girl.Something about wine and Portugal.Wild
man blocking the way of a businessman Doing aspasmodic
dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dumpin my
head Take a dump in my head.We all come home to
empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there ornot, we all
come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you door
what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps
ontalking, and we try to cancel it out. But it keeps on
going like a droneThe good times used to kill me,
now I am good at killing time