now is the season
for wasting time
now is a fish upon the line
another reason
without a rhyme
a highway pub with neon signs
some kind of light
some kind of thing that doesn't know from wrong or right
it's what you pull and what you're layin out to wrap around your night
some kind of light
it's like a movie
that never starts
it's like a cloud that falls apart
you are the law man
I am the crime
I'm paying back the borrowed time
some kind of light
some kind of thing that doesn't know from wrong or right
it's what you pull and what you're layin out to wrap around your night
some kind of light
the ice on your head
is a very pretty green
the ice in your hair
is a very pretty green
the ice in your hair
is a very pretty green
the ice in your hair
is a very pretty green
there's so much slumber
that's left to burn
I don't know which way I should turn
I have a needle
hair of the dog
I'm rolling off another log
some kind of light
some kind of thing that doesn't know from wrong or right
it's what you pull and what you're layin out to wrap around your night
some kind of light
some kind of thing that doesn't know from wrong or right
it's what you pull and what you're layin out to wrap around your night
some kind of light
