Singer Sewing Machine

Waiting for the perfect stranger Is so easy I say what's the danger Just as long as they don't leave Waiting for the perfect stranger Like a storm I ignore the danger 'Til their leveling the door Counting on the perfect stranger Quiet delay Parting all the oxygen Collapse back into place Anchor my attention Embroider your embrace Sever all the tension In the knots tied to my face Sirens wailing across the town Cumulonimbus came tumbling down This is how we go out Quasar swiveling up on the shore Nowhere to follow the light anymore It all makes sense now It all makes sense now Fire up the nineteenth century Singer Sewing Machine Hum along to the rhythm while I Lose my fingers clean The walls cave in and lean back down A lady's on the floor Her heart beats on the table While we roll the dice some more Singing here's to drinking underage For three hundred and sixty-five more days I can barely drive So I'll walk across the river When it's frozen in the winter And pretend that I'm Jesus Christ Dionysus will say hi to me When I open up that winery In the field on the other side And the bridge goes Tumbling down With all my dreams I've got no dreams 'Cause I can't sleep I've got no dreams What a relief