Clark Kent Phone Booth - Ode To Eva Ca**idy lyrics

I was tryin to walk Giants Causeway all alone You were reading at dawn your Szymborskas poems While the autumn would ash On your mothers carpet And the idiots parade Somehow still raised a blast Mirror cried, cried, cried Off a blue room Off a blue room As the cello player threw his bow to the sky Swear I saw the statues cry Made a paper boat with my fathers funeral bill Heard those cars hiss by your windows eyes But my glance had no more thrill You were playin barefoot in some underpa** Perfect as a morning on the beach of Carmel And lilies died, died, died CHORUS There were more thorns than roses in the deputees speech So wed get to the garden to kiss our own gravity But the only four we ever saw breed Were the ones that we drank from the bottle indeed I could feel your own breathing in the pause of your lyrics I may roam in the corners of your sleep and your dreaming Colors cried, cried, every color cried Off your blue room Off your blue room Swear I, swear I, swear I saw the statues cry Wait for happiness Was the joy itself