Parte De Este Juego
(Jesse Valenzuela, Jim Swafford)
You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stranger
I think she's coming round again
Tell me Mrs. Rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
I've been keeping myself busy
With my books and with my tapes
Every day's much better
Since I've slowed my drinking pace
There's no swimming in the bottle
It's just someplace we all
You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stranger
I think she's coming round again
Tell me Mrs. Rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
I've been keeping myself busy
With my books and with my tapes
Every day's much better
Since I've slowed my drinking pace
There's no swimming in the bottle
It's just someplace we all
Blocking Brainwaves
Do you want to be happy?
Do you want to have fun?
Take on buried treasure
I could be the one
Hear me out there ... hear me out
I can't describe
Can't just subscribe
I'm telling vision
Glad to be alive
You say I can't relate to you
Some things I need to prove
Can't find the right words to use
Brainwaves won't pass through
When I wake up from seizures
On an island full of slaves
All I see is smiles
From the lack of brainwaves
There's no thinking
So I check in my mind at the door
Nothing to contemplate
I won't need it anymore
Ignorance, it must be bliss
Never dealing with things like this
Thinking happy comes from a kiss
Regret all the things you've missed
Thinking happy comes from a kiss