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Thursday No Devolución

I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink Now it's glimmering somewhere far away And I'm sitting here with an empty glass Waiting for the day to swallow

On and off, the cylinders burn With the fading heart of youth And the sun slips below the treelike Just out of view Back and forth across the sky The

Can you feel it in the dead of night? It's all around but can't be seen. Can you hear it in the parking lot? It only speaks when spoken to. Can you find

I saw you standing with a broken cigarette out in the rain. I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem. Now you're praying to the memory

Maintain the bearing that you left with Fifteen degrees north of anywhere Try not to feel the shake in you hands Just close your eyes and go fast to

Can you feel it in the dead of night? It's all around but can't be seen. Can you hear it in the parking lot? It only speaks when spoken to. Can you find

She spins magnetic rings Around the dark violet heart of god She's a magnetic field, Shower of sparks, When she comes on. There's a silent charge In

You cut your teeth on the cold war costumes But caught your eye on a Lilly-white lullaby of red and black collapse You mix it up in the church and state

I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink Now it's glimmering somewhere far away And I'm sitting here with an empty glass Waiting for the day to swallow