Paul Dempsey - Ramona Was A Waitress lyrics

typing letters to the dead late at night on a closed piano lid she circles past, she fills your gla** but she doesn't recognise the song once in a lifetime she says the waking life stitched together in your head well, what if it's only worth the bundle of nerves it's written on? and i don't need these arms anymore i don't need this heart now, to love i don't need this skin and bone at all there's a way you've alwys known her telephone between her cheek and her shoulder and eyes like crystal balls that just won't shut up about the future of the future and ramona was a waitress all but made of information in a bar under the third bridge she says she's looking forward to living forever when i won't need these arms anymore when i won't need this heart now to love and i won't need this skin and bone at all at all... and ramona was a waitress...