Going Out, going down
With a face like a razor blade
Sharpen your tongue
From the coffee table alone.
And the baby doll tee
Splattered with ice cream and blood
And daytime makes love with the night
And gives birth to the sun.
And you hold your breath like a well kept secret and sing.
Going Down, going out
But more like a whisper than a fiery blue thunder
But you never really liked crowds.
And the pain in your brain like jealousy
Only get worse if you try to come down.
And you race across the line to find
There's no way out of this town.
And you hold your breath like a well kept secret and sing,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming
Of the end of me.
And it's pouring out like alcohol and staining my sheets
I am ready,
Ready to leave.
Going out, going down
As you fall to the floor your legs fold up
Without a sound
And you last kiss goodbye is kiss to the sky
An affair and a prayer to the sun
And you close your eyes to find
There's no way out of this town.
And you hold your breath like a well kept secret and sing,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming
Of the end of me.
And it's pouring out like alcohol and staining my sheets
I am ready,
Ready to leave.
credits
from Studio Demos (2011),
released April 4, 2011
Written and performed by Bradford Hastings
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