12. Orbital
So I make a cameo in your space
This time, I don't need a reason
I'm gonna keep the summer around
because I know that the sex is in season
Someone's out to get me
I think Eric's out to get me
'cause somehow I know the colors that go into disappointment
Someone's out to get me and so I pull another David Bowie
And sometimes I think I invented disappointment
Well, I guess this is my time
The clocks and I are tandem melting
And I don't hear anything now but your back still cracking
I'm gonna give you me and every piece of me,
in exchange for one glass of Beaujolais
Someone's out to get me
I'm sure Pythagoras is out to get me
'cause somehow I know the numbers that go into disappointment
Mary, you're full of grace and I'm full of anesthesia
I can't tell the fishing hooks, honey, from the Vaseline
Mary, you're full of grace and I'm full of anesthesia
I can't tell the fishing hooks, honey, from the Vaseline
Well, I guess this is my time
The clocks and I are tandem melting
And I don't hear anything now but your back still cracking
I'm gonna give you me and every piece of me,
in exchange for one glass of Beaujolais
And I go Orbital
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)