Lyrics to The Ericks and Melanies "Picture Show"

pictureshow.txt

The Ericks and Melanies - Picture Show

Time is tall as trees we sit in
looking for some bones to fit in
empty words to sticky notions
poetry for familiar motions
pen-strokes waiting to catch our faces
sort them into fashion places
here we hang our knuckles white
cause from up here things seem alright
alright

Ankles bid by shiny smiles
soup can preachers of the usual styles
grayscale breaths with tales of ol'
few roads on a maps hands hold
sirens singin' on the grounds below
coax us down with some brilliant show
but we're still swingin', it's nearing night
and from up here, we're still doin' alright
alright

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alright

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We're not the stars of your picture show
history swallowed like that you know
from where we are our turn looks new
cause we think so...
it might as well be true
pen-strokes waiting to catch our faces
sort them into fashion places
here we hang our knuckles white
cause from up here things seem alright
alright
alright
alright