O Genevieve, would that I could see you growing older
With my right hand so cold 'round a colder can of Coca-Cola...
I walk through the uni, lazy campus, lazing apes under the sun
Thinking "How the fuck?", "How the fuck could she love a drowned
Amphibian?"
When I left her mourning naked, pleading with me "Won't you stay?"
But Movie Mondays are more important, more important on the day
It's the end of the feature, and all of my imaginaries come to life
It's an old friend, yearning badly for the things that happened just last
Night
So I tell him "We've got years to fill with the stupid shit we haven't
Done"
Tragic wagon, rickety wheeling over the cliff into the sun
Cheap freedom, there's something about you
I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you
On the way to the station, running the day down
Going back to where I first reside
Yeah, going back to where I first reside
Yeah, going back to where I first reside
Hey, look - and there goes a wheelchair
It's lost it's rider, it's rider's fallen down the stairs to the ocean
And all I hear are perfect chords to come undone
Then I see her - emergent harpy from one room to the next
And we're all hungover
Everything seems like a memory to me now
And we're all hungover
Everything seems like a memory to me
And O cheap freedom, there's something about you
I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you
On the way to the station, we're running the day down
Going back to where I first reside
And O cheap freedom, there's something about you
I'm not sure what it is, but I'm beginning to doubt you
On the way to the station, while running the day down
Going back to where I first reside
Yeah, going back to where I first reside
