the only lyrics that made it to waking land were:
"I'll never get sick while my love is gone.
Measuring hours by the distance long."
There was a tune, it felt kinda like ABBA, or beach boys or something, but my ability to quickly make music is limited.
so i hammered that couplet into this:
They're goin loud out on the loneliness front.
Havin it all, there's so much left to want;
retrace your firsts with salt from the old haunts.
Let it go up in plumes of smoke.
I got incense sticks and birthday cards,
I got cigarettes and works of art,
Let me keep the fires lit,
if you keep your engine spinning,
If you just stay adrift,
I'll keep the spotlights warm.
I never get sick while my lover is gone,
measurin distance by the hours' long.
I'm always right and it's got me feelin wrong.
Let it go up in plumes of smoke.
I got incense sticks and birthday cards,
I got cigarettes and works of art,
Let me keep the fires lit,
if you keep your engine spinning,
If you just stay adrift,
I'll keep the spotlights warm.
