Approximate Sunlight
I used to dream of time machinesNow it's been said we're post-everythingAs a child imaginingNeck ties and Coast linesI seen the show man, what a sightDrenched us in approximated sunlightThe crowd was small and mostly blindBut kind, you're too kind
Now you are how you were when you were realNow you are how you were when you were real
There you go again on that circular tripLick the solar plexus of some L.A. shamanI'm out of breath I'd better sitBeen living, hard living
All I do is follow you around
I wouldn't waste another thoughtOn what is fair and what is notThe quinceañera dress she boughtWas unstitched with bulletsAll the guests in the garden screamedWomen and tires squealingSuch opulence, such misery Unwinding, unwinding
All I do is follow you aroundAll I do is follow you aroundNow you are how you were when you were real