- ISRC:USEP40937005
- Recorded:2009 Meth Beach - Philadelphia, PA
- ©2010 Anti Inc.
Where'd all the time go?
It's starting to fly
See how the hands go
waving goodbye.
You know I get so forgetful when I look in your eyes.
Now she's walking backward
through a parade.
And I'm stuck in the shadow,
blocking the shade
And there ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we made
She gets dressed up like a pillow
So she's always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead.
She's on the go
Way too fast and way too slow
She turns to stone
at hospitals and funeral homes
and when the tide rises
somebody sinks and is gone in the blink of an eye.
There's nothing to keep you
from falling in love.
It starts at the bottom
it comes from above.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
like a hand in a glove
She gets dressed up like a pillow
So she's always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead.
She's on the go
Way too fast and way too slow
She turns to stone
at hospitals and funeral homes
and when the fog rises
somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore.