Dead Alive

Figments of imagination

On a walk in a fragile state

Weird angles coming over the wire

Back home we got girls in braids

They're on roller skates

And they roll any way they like

From my town, I can always go down

Down my nose to the fish in the barrels

But then the wires in human life

There are pretty knives, an array gentle eyes

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

Monuments are awfully dense

I float by in a daze on the freeway

You can whine about different times

But, me, I'm fine

With the news far away

For the muse in your body to function

Rain's gonna fall, the hill's running high

Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean

Be the pike making everything all right

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

Figments

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination

Figments of imagination