P. Dee H - Singer Sewing Machine

Waiting for the perfect stranger
Is so easy
I say what's the danger
Just as long as they don't leave
Waiting for the perfect stranger
Like a storm
I ignore the danger
'Til their leveling the door

Counting on the perfect stranger
Quiet delay
Parting all the oxygen
Collapse back into place
Anchor my attention
Embroider your embrace
Sever all the tension
In the knots tied to my face

Sirens wailing across the town
Cumulonimbus came tumbling down
This is how we go out
Quasar swiveling up on the shore
Nowhere to follow the light anymore
It all makes sense now
It all makes sense now

Fire up the nineteenth century
Singer Sewing Machine
Hum along to the rhythm while I
Lose my fingers clean
The walls cave in and lean back down
A lady's on the floor
Her heart beats on the table
While we roll the dice some more

Singing here's to drinking underage
For three hundred and sixty-five more days
I can barely drive
So I'll walk across the river
When it's frozen in the winter
And pretend that I'm Jesus Christ
Dionysus will say hi to me
When I open up that winery
In the field on the other side
And the bridge goes
Tumbling down
With all my dreams

I've got no dreams
'Cause I can't sleep
I've got no dreams
What a relief

Written by:
Peter Harvill

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