Modern painters can't decide
Why every time she smiles it's just a dream
Of a world inside
There's a world inside
There's a drunkard picking fights with the bride
On what we thought would be a new new day
You could always stay in tonight
And see if what the walls have been whispering is right
I mean that s**t is right up your alley isn't it
A girl in every port
But the world still makes sport of you saying -
"Go find a reason Call it Helicopter Season
Now repeat after me -
Is it for This I have hunted"
Field and Stream
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Modern painters can't decide
Don't cry
