if our raincoats were any indication
it was a wet one like beach at fullers home

my visions of suzanna drinking missiles
my visions of the past i leave alone

i block your memory like my youthfulness
but even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess

(break)

before i left i kissed your check and wept
i've never hated to hate to love just like this

my shirt its reds and blue they stain my skin
i told the two i love that i'd be back again

if puddles and the scraps of cloth return...
i'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn

congratulations, to your ghost.