To play tricks when you're try
They're all doing our best to deny it
Where Louise holds her hand for a brain,
Lights flicker from the opposite wall
In this room the heat pipes just call
The country music stations play it soft
And he's given up Joanna,
In the empty lot where the ladies play
blind man's buff with a keychain
they whisper of their scap
pades out on the D -train
We can hear the night watchman
click his flashlight and ask himself
Me, she's alright, she's just me
But it's all so concise and so clear
I'm the ghost of electricity
Hounds in the bones of her face
And these visions of your love
He takes himself so seriously
He likes to live dangerously
And when bringing up her name
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
You sure got a lot of gall
Muttering small talk at the wall
And these visions of Joanna
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, this is what salvation
must be like after a while
you can tell by the way she
hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna,
they make it all seem so cruel
When Hitler speaks to the counties,
he's pretending to care for him
And I'll go out and say a
Work like Louise always says
And she herself prepares for him
And the diocese they have not shown,
where the cave of the stage
But then Aida slips to the road
He writes everything's been written,
On the back of the fist truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The skeleton keys in the rain