Sometimes the people that you meet in your life Can seem just like characters that populate some quiet childhood dream. It's so easy to get caught up in some poetic line, Well the Parsons have their cross to bear. I know I've got mine.
It's a quiet night in Silver Lake, All the people crowd the scene well they look so much like cardboard cutouts placed upon a screen. I feel the sinking feeling as Missy grabs my hand And we lose ourselves in the harmonies a white robed beauty of this band.
And the singers all cry as she whispers in my ear And I stare down at the ground holding tightly to my beer. You feel the strain between us, yeah. I know we feel it too and I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson redheads do.
I wished I believed in anything as much as the Parson redheads do.
