8.13.2004

01. Random lovers

7 a.m. and the clock is running so fast,
sometimes I wonder how time could steal me from myself
it’s an early bloom of the usual thought
– this light is old and seldom[ly] mine

but oh babe, we’re the random lovers with skins of stone
but oh babe we’re the random lovers with hearts of hate

7 a.m. and the pain starts kicking in,
that’s the way we please ourselves when the rain hits us so hard
it’s an old habit speckled with lies
I could let you in, but I could never let them out

but oh babe, we’re the random lovers with skins of stone
but oh babe we’re the random lovers with hearts of hate

she left me wondering
– I’m out of time, I’m out of your time
and she left me wondering
– I’m out of time, I’m out of your time
and she left me wondering
– I’m out of time, I’m out of my time

but babe, we’re the random lovers
with skins of stone and hearts of hate
but babe, we’re the random lovers
with hearts of hate and skins of stone
but oh babe,….
… steer away, steer away from deep waters, oh steer away.

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