Catch a Fade
Domenic Palermo, Doyle Martin
Wired
I was wired
A world that's turning makes me worry
So stumble through
A work of art
Something simple and defeating, from the start
I'll tie one off
Cause the edges have gone blurry
They're not as sharp
And all along
I've known that praying is beneath me
But I've been talking to the ceiling for so long
Start submission from the bed
You catch a fade
Voices laughing shadows casting
You catch a fade
Tired
I was tired
It's a marvel that my shell has
Kept its shape
Feed me grapes
Bring me tonics and gin rickeys
I would let this one down gently
And find some new ways to bend me
Ace in hole