Broken Window from Funny Language by Funny Language

Dripping and dropping my feet on the beach,
Pale as the moon on her cheeks,
Bless the night and curse the silver screen.

Raised between souths and a northeastern smile,
Familiar with hope to a fault,
Somehow surprised by a pattern of change,
No lesson plan brings my hope to a halt,
Mother’s milk was mother’s poison, too.

What’s the time?
Shouldn’t you be getting back to modern life,
Slip into a suit and find a loyal wife,
When can we quit all our money jobs?

Don’t drown before you hit the water

Won’t you tell me where your world is at?
Before we go you need to know we’re never coming back here,
I see you flyin’ up the ziggurat,
You got the stuff that makes a southern beauty queen so sincere.

Babies were crying around restless phones,
Father was flying and now that we’re grown,
It’s strange how stories start to make real sense.
Drunk as a college fraternity boy,
Falling for falling in love,
Angels and serpents appear at the door,
History’s screamin’ but not loud enough, oh,
What’s the use if not to laugh and fall apart?

Take a smile,
Take a friend and take a drink and Take a while,
Take a fall and take a thought that’s Out of style,
Take it ‘til you can’t give anymore.

Don’t drown before you hit the water

Won’t you tell me where your world is at?
Before we go you need to know we’re never coming back here,
I see you flyin’ up the ziggurat,
You got the stuff that makes a southern beauty queen so sincere.
Your mother’s callin’ on the telephone,
She says she doesn’t understand why you should be alone still,
You wanna drop your head and disappear,
As if a hundred years would pass and you would still be here.

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