Brush Your Window

Brush your window pretty darling
Far, so far away
From where we go
I, I wait below
Oh, you've got those peasent blues
Golden blonde let down your hair
Salvation in your blue eyed stare
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha

Syncopated cinder dust up
No my dear you aren't
In the know
I, I see your window
Oh, you've said your last goodbye
Golden blonde I know you're there
Waiting waif and hair so fair
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
Ha Ha

Laurie Loathing
Hear the way she
Cries

Dust your shoes for your own walking
Spin at your spinning wheel
For your own warm throws
I, I see you glow
Oh, to climb down narrow ledge
Golden blonde I know you care
To save me from this nightmare

The way you walk, the way you move
Would hardly strike a proper groove
The sadness madness in your cry
Would nearly make me want to die

Laurie Loathing
Hear the way she
Cries