The Petrified Florist Testo

a goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe I've stepped on
my guitar
a borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's
really just pretend
a coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent
answer can't wait to get my hands on her
the closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh
callous even hand in the village of the damned
a broken glass the broken table the spitting image if I
was able
a frightened bird the written word our daily logic has
become absurd
and when you see her smile you live the fever for a little
while you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend