Jazz Butcher

Scarlett

Jazz Butcher


You could have been in the city too long 
You don't get lost any more. 
Whatever happened to a sense of wonder? 
There are miracles down on the floor 
like the message on the ground 
just outside the dentist 
where someone's written simply "Teeth" 
they could have written "Wake Up" on the pavement 
but they wanted us to look underneath 
we put all put faith in constructs 
we put all our faith in sand 
give me your hands 
oh don't you want to come down 

It's half past two 
and you knock my door 
and you're drunk 
and ain't got friends 
I'd be your mirror if i could but i'm all fogged up 
as the silver haze descends. 
( celebrated Euro-skunkweed euphemism ) 

Well you been scaring us all up there 
of a tightrope of your own design. 
It's not a movie it's your own sweet life 
come on down honey and we'll make time 

We put all our faith in strangers 
We put all our faith in sand 
Give me your hands 
Oh don't you want to come down 
Hey look me in the eyes and tell me 
no one will remember your name 
Look me in the eyes and tell me 
no one will remember your name 

We put all our faith in magnetic tape 
We put al our faith in sand 
Give me your hands 
Oh don't you want to come down 

Oh look me in the eyes and tell me 
Noone will remember your name 
Oh look me in the eyes and tell me 
Noone will remember your name 
Oh look me in the eyes and tell me 
Noone will remember your name 

Scarlett