Lacy Lane

Under the big sky, pitch pine, Lacy Lane I would like to forget and you remind me Hazy summers and being younger Who I could have been Thought we'd remember together It all burned in the end Does it make sense Does it sound right? Oh I make such messes of the things that I like Does it make sense Does it sound right? Now dreams are the only time you're in my sight You saw everything on screens To say I'm sorry won't explain it The couch we used to love is rotting When I think about it I get sick And does it make sense Does it sound right? Oh I make such messes of the things that I like Does it make sense Does it sound right? Oh who am I now that I'm out of your life? And does it make sense Does it sound right? Oh I make such messes of the things that I like Does it make sense Does it sound right? Oh I make such messes of the things that I like