Brazil

I'm sorry for suggesting

I'm reading the whitewashed faces

I could use a connection

I'm watching the whitewashed faces

On a good night sent spinning

Knows to play it winning

Strawberry red Twizzlers

I wanna know what's with her

In the Sun lie pale lovers

Drink slow and slowly

Over each of us in our turn sat in line

And stuck to burn

She shines like carnival

Swimming through my book of dreams

All I know is all you've learned

Is all I want to be

You're right, I'm left, you're right

You're right, I'm left, you're right

You're right, I'm left, you're right

You're right, I'm left, you're right

In the morning goldfish dead in a bowl

Everybody's up on a pulpit all alone

This is your word of stone

Where were you when Rome was burning?

Who wants points? Well, it's not worth it

I'm trying hard to answer the letter

Always a writer between the weather

She shines like carnival

Swimming through my book of dreams

All I know is all you've learned

I need to turn

She shines like carnival

Swimming through my book of dreams

All I know is all you've learned

Is all I want to be

You're right, I'm left, you're right

You're right, I'm left, you're right