These Three Things
There, there are no walls of gold
There are no walls of gold
New year’s eve
A late hour and you cast your line in the caspian sea
Hone your black arts
Lately you just fall apart

Don’t deceive
A night owl can move through the dark with the greatest of ease
My au revoir
Lately you just fall apart

I think I see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2
3 is the number of things I can wonder about
Just too much to puzzle out

I think i see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2
3 is the number of things I can wonder about
Maybe we’ll just straighten out

Window seat
Sight lines but you only see what you wanted to see
Miss morning star
Lately you just fall apart
I think I see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2
3 is the number of things I can wonder about
I think I see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2
3 is the number I pillage and plunder
A 40-day slumber that you won’t stop talking about
Maybe we’ll just straighten out

I think I see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2
3 is the number like lightning and thunder
A 40-day slumber that you won’t stop talking about
Maybe we’ll just straighten out