Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey

Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: Old Moon In The Arms Of The New)

Our savior´s fallen ill, and he won´t get up. We´ve cast away our stones. Why won´t he get up? So unawake with you, you let me drive your car. You let me break your heart and still not want to give up. So now the only time I get to see you smile is in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles. And to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain. So sick with joy, I´m the perfect boy. Our savior´s fallen ill, but here´s a souvenir, another saint to pierce against your bedroom wall. It says you can´t give up and that you won´t wake up, until you close your eyes and lay down.