Ah Holly Fam'ly
Loneliest City
what's the lonliest cityspin a globe arondput your finger downand it's thereor where a dart lands on a map of the worldin what region are folks lonliest the moston what coast do ghosts go to be alonewhen they don't want to haunt no onenothing at allit's called the break of daythe labor's re-dividedokay, go stoke a flamebut leave its glow at homeglowering with no one to warmretro-colonial strawberry roanor blue if you chooseor perhaps a dancing stallionmakes Pangean pan-pipesplay tunes oldwe recall its shape through songwe brought these beasts across the seawhile celebrating sex with mermaidswe would marry fish if we couldwe would re-marry every shorewith our old and lonely flagyeah, I'm talking to all you people in Antarticathe Tropics aren't above you (naw)I bet you know what I mean
From Letras Mania