I wish you`d just ask me about mercury,
so I could answer truthfully.
Singing startles the night and the night is over.
South of the South Dakota border.
The moon is hunting you, and I`m hunting you too.
It`s not as though you can go to heaven at night.
It`s not as though you can go in the daylight.
It`s not as though anything will be all right, "all right."
So why do you stay alive when you`re left to die?
I swear I never tried to try;
never tried to run down the waterfall to watch you fall.
