| Lyrics: | Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here
stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain,
temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes
just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn
off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my
mind.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation
must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way
she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all
sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, |