Train Arms from Hat Trick by Tan Sister Radio

It's no matter how many times you wash your clothes
after she's been against them, oh, the smell won't ever go away
hard to remember how it's been pressed to her lips
and man I just can't roll outta bed
call on the chaplain to see if I'm dead, but I'm not
River my telephone, cut both lines at the house
off meter, off grid
I'll just use candles at night
and cook over a fire of real wood cut
cause our dinner of eggs got all over my face
and I dropped my favorite thing in the storm drain on the walk home
bums plead with me for my pennies
and I can only say "I'm lonely"
and that they "wouldn't understand her beauty"
and how it "kills me"
and all that idle chatter moves me to the train lines
where my mad hatter goes
but can't afford the time anymore to sink with me 'neath stars
and let me drown in her arms
is it that she can't roll outta bed?
call on the chaplain to see if she's said anything about me

• Indie
• Mystery Punk
• Rock
• San Diego