Atmosphere Angelface (multiples 5 Vs Travel 4) Lyrics

Angelface (multiples 5 Vs Travel 4) Lyrics

I love this fucking country

And she loved me more than I could imagine

So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic



Pan away
from the backyard to drift some more

Woke up in Texas next to a liquor
store

With a woman who don't even drink alcohol

Big letters IRONY
tagged on the wall

She was named for another flat land

We had a
strong back then

In common we had a bond

That would never see the
break of dawn

To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn

Threw that away

Yes, yes headed out west

And got undressed

With the nurture that she gave me made me trip and get obsessed

There
was a lady in Los Angeles

That handled this the way the manual suggests
(the way the manual suggests)

She turned me on to music that I never
heard before

She told me stories from a cup I had to learn to pour

And I don't know what hurt it more

Professional journals or perpetual
burn holes

Scarring up the dirty floor



Peace

Found a
hollow hole in the Colorado snow

It's like I follow anywhere el Diablo
go

Took a stroll with a feline

And sat silent while the snow flakes
fell into the design

Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor

Been there done that what do you think it's locked for?

I've lost more
to my traveling soul

Then I care to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on
the road

Down, down, down in Gainesville

No stranger to shame,
Coletrane, and pain pills

Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare
at

But it keeps me from a forest full of snare taps and bear traps

And it can't come clean without the sun beams

And it ain't complete
without the drum beats

I can tell she don't want me as is

Time to
climb back into the van and make the back stiff

I had to add one more
story to the infinite

Already interwoven through a New York cigarette

Ex-lover and a best friend 

best lover and an ex-friend hoping for
alcoholic sentiment

sentimentalism and the rhythm of religion on the
PA

Make the people here say

God bless the DJ

She stays to
wait for a replay

While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the
freeway



Chicago inside of an empty bottle

There's a thin
line between gossip and gospel

There's a house over there near Wicker
Park

Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark

Had to break
her heart just to help me heal up

Tie a knot in the stomach just to help
me seal up

And make sure them demons stay beneath the core

Pray for
you and yours and whoever you believe in more

Look around you there's
angels amongst us

Look around you there's angels amongst us

Sitting
in the rain at some sidewalk cafe

Half of her wet cigarette in the ash
tray

Just trying to find a lost soul to save

And I'm a lost soul
trying to find a road that's paved

Keep faith in my suitcase pack my
beliefs

Angels exist I've even seen some sleep

I love this fucking
country

And she loved me more than I could imagine

So I waited till
she slept then I stepped into traffic