Track byAaron Weinstein
Maybe life is safe for the saviors Free from television, oh and The Times Got mine, bought it straight from the fakers It's the gift that helps me lift above the crimes You saw God downtown handing out answers No, not real, though you liked the lines Doing fine but I am afraid of the dances As he laughed and passed the hat to pass the time Oh, and it's a letter I never send Oh, but it's the one that I read There for the taking and played like a song on the stereo There for the taking, go blind when I find the tattoo There for the taking and played like a song on the radio And it can't be real, so it must be true Did you see me there in your bread line I'm your crime scene in faded light Guilty fingers, fruit on your low vines That I pick to grant my wish, to make this right Oh, and it's a letter I never send Oh, but it's the one that I might There for the taking and played like a song on the stereo There for the taking, go blind when I find the tattoo There for the taking and played like a song on the radio And it can't be real No it can't be real And it can't be real, so it must be true