November Bombs Songtext

von Joe90

The moon was guilty
And the sun melted in my ashtray
I went door knock to my friends house
No one's answering
I made myself a cup of tea
And fell asleep on my couch
The floor was crooked and creaky
I don't love this place anymore

And I called my mother from the phone booth
And the operator said to me
Collect your thoughts go wondering
Sometimes I get to dreaming
But the nightmares seem so real

NOVEMBER BOMBS

Street walker
Shut talk
Your passport
And your prevention
You take the railroad
The same load
That you sold and bought
Your invention

You say goodbye
To suit tie
Can't fly
Decide
You're Trans-Atlantic
So don't stall in the fall
And above all
You're landing

And I called my mother from the phone booth
And the operator said to me
Collect your thoughts go wondering
Sometimes I get to dreaming
But the nightmares seem so real