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
You’re right, I’m left, you’re right
Everybody is up on a pulpit all alone
You’re right, I’m left, you’re right
This is your word of stone
You’re right, I’m left, you’re right

Where were you when Rome was burning?
Who wants points? Well, it’s not worth it
I’m trying hard to answer the letter
You’re right, I’m left, you’re right
Always a writer between the weather
You’re right, I’m left, you’re right

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