wax figures in the rain
Zack Schwartz, Corey Wichlin
I’m heading for the coast line
I’ll leave the problems of this world long behind
I do not make it in time
This is the dream I frequently do design
Reticent and cold
I linger in the glow
Wax figures in the rain
Piss alleys of the soul
Don’t call on me
Passing out ropes for the actors
I don’t give a fuck about the past, just put me in a casket, nothing comes after
I thought we had to go much faster, ayy
A guest in the present, a ghost of thirty years of disaster, the truth is the latter
Your friends are a mirror, a light won’t shine any clearer now that you know (No)
I know my function’s minimal
Slower now, miserable
I’m piss in the alley, the rain on the window
The drive past The Dive and the dead in the old home
Don’t call on me expecting shit
