The Hails

McCue, Levy, Kingsley, Escobar, Solari

Bronco

They started running when they saw the scene. I’m not the cunning that’ll help you leave. Bring around the waiters and ride them all. This subordinator is not my fault.

I’m not angry, I just don’t trust anything that deals with your luck. What is wanted? It has arrived. Turn the blazer out to the night.

I haven’t waited so very long. The articulated just can’t be wrong. Right about the time now to fade away. Even in the bite now, it’s got to stay.

I’m not angry, I just don’t trust anything that deals with your luck. What is wanted? It has arrived. Turn the blazer out to the night. All my friends – they call it a draw. Now we’ll need to win for us all. “Am” is what, who, how, why and where? Fallen starters don’t seem to care.

I’m not running... ooh.


Parking Lot

When they met up in the parking lot just to do what the chances left them to, she met him with her eyes so wide. All the cars in the parking lot were moved to the other point of view. He tried to get it right, so right.

Alright.

They rolled around with the words that seemed so true in the night that felt so new. Could it just be a lie, oh why? She fled the notion of romanticism, too, just to make him feel so blue and watch him have to try all night.

All night.

And in the middle of the night remember, ah, just to play the part of pretender, ah. He could hear the water on the window. She was gone and left to see the wind blow. All he has to do is get from where he came just in time to hope that he can let go.

When they left it in the parking lot for you, I could see their rendezvous would never last in time, no time. It was clear that this story seemed so doomed. From the start, it ended soon. But everything’s all right, all right.

Alright.

And in the middle of the night remember, ah, just to play the part of pretender, ah. He could hear the water on the window. She was gone and left to see the wind blow. All he has to do is get from where he came just in time to hope that he can let go.

Close your eyes.


Come Alive

She took my life by the side of the road. I want to get back to hear the radio. I want to get this away from me. What’d you do when it never arose? Oh, can it wait another day until we get alone? I want to get this away from me.

Yes, you said that you were different and if you could listen to your open wounds...

Come alive from opposites and change your ways in the basement. It appears we had to go and take my cage for the break-in.

She fell in love by the side of the road. I’m never so sure we could find her own intangibles lost inside of me. It’s bad enough that we felt so cold; I never could have thought that she’d save my soul from all of these knots inside of me.

Try your visiting tomorrow and if I could borrow all that you had said...

Come alive from opposites and change your ways in the basement. It appears we had to go and take my cage for the break-in. From another tortured life I’ll wait and I’ll rein in your agent. After all it’s said and done I’d hate to stay this vacant.


A Girl With A Fated Hand

Seen with a few under the doorframe, she made out some words that were off. Melting inside her own nightgown, vicarious with all the costs. Wanted but never forgotten, I heard her laugh the most. Please, don’t you freeze up outside there? It’s dangerous without your coat.

Yeah, he’s not the one to try. Yeah, she’s not the one to cry.

We decided all her fantastic, original, fortunate wars. This boy was a feeling so foreign – he paved her straight off the right course. She’s carrying all that was needed to rid of his conniving charm. She dreaded the day that was coming where we wouldn’t pull back her arm.

Yeah, he’s not the one to try. Yeah, she’s not the one to cry. Yeah, we thought you’d leave tonight. Yeah, she fought to change her life.

Yeah, he’s not the one to try. Yeah, she’s not the one to cry. Yeah, I thought you’d stay tonight. Yeah, we fought to change her life.


Find Myself

Ride around the twisted fallout. Why’d you leave? It’s all you’ve got now. Never mind the walk that lost you in your un-ghost holy road.

Call it off or help the traitor. Find the road that’s made of paper. Love the loss of better fortunes in your wasted status quo.

I want to get by to find myself.

Born about the time’s secession, very kind of you to lessen what it did and where it went after breathing in your home.

I want to get by to find myself.

Hid a light to help the thieves crawl out and escape your weather-burdened home in the tidal zone.

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