as i was travelling...

see that car plunge into what was known as a pitiful painted pest

on the verge of a casted script

see them four wheels a-turn

hit the light

with everything that's come to par

and it's got your name on it

cause it's got your name on it

teiresias has an eye on you

from the mountaintop

he speaks like a virgin

here come the locusts again. i just wept for another day

held it in and won't let it out. see them four wheels turn into the spite that is coming with little haste

and a puddle he's bound to break

see them four wheels a-turn

hit the light

well you don't seem so refined when it's got your name on it

cause it's got your name on it. tieresias has an eye on you

from the mountaintop

he looks in the mirror

for it's always telling the truth. i just wept for another day

held it in and won't let it out. and a barrel of tacks is appraised as jewelry. and a message of trust is percieved as boring. could it be there's a tie between lost and trailing?

since the dawn of the 1800's

we fell.