He stood in the road outside of town with a broken clockwork toy in
His hand: a graveyard for childish dreams in his palm; a broken lifeline.
The mechanical amusement sputtered in his fist. as he clenchedit
Whirred and died again. it was a cowboy who drew his gunbut the
Pistol was welded to the holster by age and careless childrenso it
Struggled and strained and it unwound his own spring.
He didn't need tattoos to show where he had been and who he had loved. it
Was the same thing that men had cried for; that women had dyed their hair
For. the cellophane illusion of a starry sky stretched over an open sore.
He thought about his lost daughter: the way her eyes would alight at the
Greedy circus barker's blackmail song; how he wanted to smash her skull
When she parroted back'tell mommy; tell poppy; you need this little
Big nothing. (x2)
The smoky voice of the petaled girl woke him long enough. there was too
Much light in the roomso he unscrewed the bulb. she took him to bed like
An adopted dog.
She lit sickly incenseas he tried to tell if the resemblance was pure
And coincidental. he unleashed his grip on the toyall it meant to him
And it wound down forever.
He woke up in a sweat. the next daywith her smile still painted on his
Mouthhe walked out of a town called big nothing.
Big nothing. (repeat until fade)
Most visited ELVIS COSTELLO lyrics :
- » Alison
- » Payday