From The Desk Of B. Larsen - Spitalfield

We drove through the night

Listening to Pavement on the stereo

And wondering to ourselves

Will we see the sunrise

Before the drugs wear off?

Crossed so many borders

That cease to exist, at least for now

And at this hour

All fears and reservations

Escape through open windows into the southern skies

And we’re getting good

At passing out in motion

Or on strangers floors

And our wandering hearts

Numb our blistered fingers

And our burning throats

Tomorrow is the same

It’s just another repeat of today

The smile and the wave

Can we stay above the surface

Without feeling glossy?

Can we climb that stage again?

To entertain the ghosts an maybe ourselves

And then pass out

Our blood has mixed

And we are one and we will get through this

And we’re getting good

At passing out in motion

Or on strangers floors

And our wandering hearts

Numb our blistered fingers

And our burning throats

Our blood has mixed

And we are one

We will get through this

Our blood has mixed

And we are one

We will get through this

And we’re getting good

At passing out in motion

Or on strangers floors

And our wandering hearts

Numb our blistered fingers

And our burning throats