Zita Swoon

The Ricochet

Zita Swoon


Hey I know there's 2-3-5 things I forgot to mention 
But I can-no-stand-no trapped in the arm 
Too tight is too hard to do 
So I paint all one to seven bars in the jail 
And let myself out with blues on parade 
And set our masks on fire 
I play the past on strings of lead 
And you put your tongue in another mouth 
Still I can-no-stand-no trapped in no arm 
I wish I was one part of one man and one 
Woman for once more 
Yeah, I think I'll go out tonight 
I'll put my blues on parade 

Possibly all 2-3-5 mirrors with eyes on you 
Turned black as night and made you blue 
Like fish in river and faith is ship 
And sails away 
My strings of lead have failed to play 
And as the waves come down so furious 
I can-no-stand-no trapped in no arm 
Yeah, I gotta hold on tight 
So I think I'll go out tonight 
I'll put my blues on parade 

Yeah, I'll drive 2-3-5 cars 
And race away 
I'll crash on every tree in your lawn 
Closer to your house 
My strings of lead they buzz to the beat 
Of the ricochet 
Wind in my mind 
Wind blowin' crazy 
Pushin' the ricochet 
The miracle man 
Love my new sensation 
The single man he's a con 
Love's my new sensation 
Love's my new sensation 
Love 

Choir: 
Tomorrow a prince 
In springtime 
In May a prince