Laughing - Ed Schrader's Music Beat

She’s only laughing every night

She’s only haunted by a sea horse

She’s only troubled by the minnows and shills in cracks yet filled

She don’t know what to do with her passion

She don’t know what to do with her passion

She’s only laughing every night

Check out the weasel in the tree top

Spoke tales of vanishing, a crown, double galaxy, Major Phil

She don’t want — know what Joan of Arc felt

Sea foam baby, sings to the Catskills

In a sense we don’t see her

When I gotta go there’s always room for none

In a safe unmarked theatre

Tickets up for sale there’s always shows for none

She’s only laughing every night

Check out the halogen in Amherst

A tidal wave of coming films, sketches scribbled on a napkin spill

She don’t know what to do with her passion

She don’t know what to do with her passion

She don’t know what to do with her passion

She don’t know what to do with her passion