Sister's Jeans - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever
Written by：Fran Keaney/Joe Russo/Joe White/Tom Russo/Marcel Tussie
I said I'm just a servant
To my base desires
She said I'll tell you a few things
Free of charge
Stay clear of jagged rock
Tread careful at the higher level
This ain't no game
But you can play
If that's what you want
Then she said
We are just paper boats
Bobbing adrift afloat
While winds of fortune shove us
Where they will
Woke up coughing on the shore
Called out crowd broken and sore
Back on the mainland
The chimps were coming up trumps
And all I saw was burning blue
Fading in blonde and white
Way out past the rotting pier
Out to the open water
Son of a red roof city
And her the formers daughter
Back on the mainland
Back on the mainland
Cool change was rolling over
Black sky was getting lower
I'm gonna send
We stared into the haze
Ocean merging with sky
We talked about the land of our fore mothers
Now that we've
It would be funny if it didn't make you want to cry
It's just the bed we've woken up in
And all I saw was burning blue
Fading in blonde and white
Way out past the rotting pier
Out to the open water
Son of a red roof city
And her the formers daughter
Back on the mainland
Back on the mainland
Cool change was rolling over
Back sky was getting lower
Cool dreams were folding over
As we
Never coming up for line
Wake up feeling fine
Eyes blind
Of the earth
Tripping up on the edge
Impossible
