Brazos Day Glo Lyrics

Day Glo
Chrome window
Shapes in the clouds
The hungry shoosh for miles around
Upstream, jumpin' out of the water
Gills in the air
I got many people to thank
But I can't write letters
I can't write letters
My friends on the edge of the old graveyard
They sit on an old grey porch
And watch foxes play
And juggle wine
The kind of wine that you don't mind spillin'
That you don't mind spillin'
Well I fill out the forms and I make my death come slowly
One at a time some kind of record unrollin'
"You best begin sometime", she said, "but you can't start until you're ready" Yet it seemed to be controlled
Somehow bowed her fingernails, eyelashes and all the essential parts
We talk about dreams a lot
She reads our fortunes out loud
I think it's funny and I go stay with her
And I go stay with her
And I don't mind dyin'
When I make love to her
To her, to her
Day Glo
Under a wall of sound
A riverbed of clay
The distance between us stays
Close, but not close
Far, but not too far
Away
Close, but not close
Far, but not too far
Away
Day Glo