Memories On A Deck Part I Testo

if our raincoats were any indicationit was a wet one like beach at fullers home
my visions of suzanna drinking missiles
my visions of the past i leave alone
i block your memory like my youthfulness
but even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess
(break)
before i left i kissed your check and wept
i've never hated to hate to love just like this
my shirt its reds and blue they stain my skin
i told the two i love that i'd be back again
if puddles and the scraps of cloth return...
i'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn
congratulations, to your ghost.