So this is the place, the antennae is set. Pick up the phone. The receiver is dead. A silent film & A jazz cigarette. Images sneaking in & out of your head. You dance for money, for Xs and Os. Under the moon, take a drive up the coast. So many pills you're sick in the head. Strangers creeping in & out of your bed.
"So this is it" the pharmacist said. Pick up the phone. The receiver is dead. Silent movies & Jazz cigarettes. Images sneaking in & out of your head. You dance for money; for exes and ohs. Under the moon, take a drive up the coast. So many pills you're sick in the head. Strangers creeping in & out of your bed. We kissed on the bed... so THIS is moonlife...
