The Purple Operator - Trash

The branches make a web around the
Street light
The rain makes its reflection look like gold on the road
It seems like
Like nothings really gonna happen now tonight
But that's the way it goes and so the spider he gets old
And on the cold hard porch all night
I see the smoke leave from our mouths
The fog is thick the clouds are high
And I see theres only now
And nothing more to dream about
The school filled up with children for the
Morning
Their faces looking tired, the wind is helping them stand
All I can
All I can say is I am ready for the story
About tomorrow lazy freedom and the warmth of a hand
The yellow blankets hanging up
And the black one's coming down
The hours fly by like the cars at night
On an empty road down town
And the trash it blows around
Around

Written by:
Vinny Perrotta

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