Lyrics

Lisa In A Black Dress (Saturday at 7)

that international airport
grants some weird kind of permission
the cards stick to the wet windows
like dead flies on audition
i'm considering the fate of being
an asshole by admission
this could be the perfect time
(be the perfect time)
this could be the perfect time to find your honor

he's just some fish out with his daughter
on his knees playing for heaven
look for lisa in a black dress,
saturday at 7?
so stay tuned for some breaking news
and video at eleven
it's normal by this time
(be the perfect time)
it's normal by this time to twist it

when it's cloudy overhead
forecasting character assassination
there's no way i'm spending time
fending off veiled accusations
i asked her do you have a point
or 'you just making conversation
to which she said maybe at 9
(said maybe at 9)
she said maybe at 9
you'll be yourself again

as i start to back out, as they say,
the key to this scene is believing, that she'll
know my change is firm proof of the only head i'll be needing
is that nod a receipt of the cash i dropped or to what are we agreeing?
as i leave i look up at
(be the perfect time)
i leave and look up at
that window and shudder

as i'm coming to my senses
it's my dignity i'm facing
there's a finished line to never cross
a final heat i'm chasing
i fear as i'm rewinding we might really be erasing
this could be the perfect time
(be the perfect time)
be the perfect time if we let it

just one more night til I am home
a taste for peace & dinner
my waitress amending LIsa but less intentional and thinner
thought i had finally figured it out but then i find out i am in her
my flight of fancy crashed
(said maybe at 9)
my flight of fancy crashed down on my ocean

i could bury this so goddamn deep
it'd get swallowed by the current
or get fixated on a flaw in some sick game of transference
if i place the gun just perfectly
she'll still get the insurance
i'll leave a note requesting her
(Leave a sole request)
leave a note requesting her forgiveness