I'll tell you this No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn
Back in those days, everything was simpler And more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called freedom The dark one, enterprise We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat Soft, driven, slow and mad Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold Sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God Wandering, wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate
