Grenada

Grenada

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: The Thrill Of The Hunt)

City spread below us from the hill. The weather white gypsy town looks to be natural still. Someone made it real one day. Someone built a downtown mall but didn´t sign their name. Few alleyways to hide us in, can´t hold us watch ourselves. Cars become our castles sidewalks open into moats. No one walks and talks a lot anymore. So we gather round fatefully where we can hear, nothing felt, nothing found. I have to tell myself I´m having fun way too many times through the night. I have to tell myself I´m having fun way too many times through the night. Beauty worn with age is timeless still. Can´t fill my heart cuz I can´t get my fill. And the crimes that I commit against myself. Patience wanes and I embrace the patience that is fear. Bitter pill. Sit alone at home and wait for you. Seems like what a lonely man should do. As if lovelorn, taken from a film. Pencil in an actress with a paragraph. How I may find peace and meaning still in a little retreat just beyond these hills. I have to tell myself I´m having fun way too many times through the night. I have to tell myself I´m having fun way too many times through the night. I have to tell myself I´m having fun way too many times through the night.