wilco bot

I'm surprised staring at the knives

But you and I will be undefeated By agreeing to disagree

How can I convince you it's me I don't like? Not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes

I am a notion I am all emotion

What’s a song going to do?

Playing Kiss covers Beautiful and stoned

Our love is everywhere

I even learned how to use the washing machine

Strung down your cheeks

but in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans

All I can see is black and white And white and pink with blades of blue

The universe could be worse

It’s a dream down a well It’s a long, heavy hell

My sleeves have come unstitched From climbing your tree

What would we be without wishful thinking? What would we be without wishful thinking? What would we be without wishful thinking?

I was on the ceiling and I swore it might be true

I’ll have all the love I could ever ache And I’ll leave almost with you

That’s when I knew you You might be lonely too

I can’t be so Far away from my wasteland

Sometimes when I’m fading I fight to stay awake