If these are signs of things to come it could be time to go.
They’re passing out the medicine again.
The paisley girl with tangled hair, she whispers colors in my ear
And tells me that it’s only in my head.
And we’ll be strung out like a clothesline in the early morning sun.
Delirium has hung us up to dry.
‘Cause we’ve been flyin’ kites so high in moonlight skies all night
And singing pharmaceutic lullabies.
You pleasure those you hardly know, you hurt the one you love.
A crooked conscience knows no consequence.
But me and you with greens and blues can ride a comet built for two,
But when we crash the silver’s all been spent.
And we’ll be left with sweet regrets so awkward in the cold
But tempted by a warmth we can’t deny.
We’ll contemplate on fire escapes that cannot save us now
From one more pharmaceutic lullaby.
‘Cause absence makes the heart grow fonder
‘Til the day it starts to wander.
Swallow down another downer; hold your mind at bay.
Ain’t no use in loose excuses when your thoughts are convoluted.
Memories become diluted; something’s in the way…but everything’s OK.
'Cause we’ll be counting black sheep ‘til we both are eating crow
And packing up the bags beneath our eyes.
And we’ll pretend to walk on water ‘til the ocean overflows…
With judgment so polluted by pseudo therapeutic,
but soothing, pharmaceutic lullabies.
Goodbye, painted skies goodbye, painted skies goodbye,
painted skies goodbye, painted skies goodbye.