Montaigne
Rob Crow, Armistead Burwell Smith IV
She's been all used up like the gum in her ashtray (I want to take the waves)
And none she can focus so well. (I want to take the waves)
Some try to hide her
And others just like her (I want to take the waves)
On the backs of old postcards with the names scratched off with razorblades,
But I can trace you.
Waves waves waves waves
I want to take the waves
I want to take the waves
I want to take the waves
Whoo
Lead me on.
Lead me on.
Lead me on.
Well I've been betrayed now
That's the way it's always been
