Bill Callahan in the van
Cutting through the car park
Kids doing handstands on the bandstand
Why d'you never talk?
Hey, shut the windscreen wipers off
It's stopped raining
Seeing ourselves wet reflected
On shop windows of pasted pages
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the
Blistered silence seeping
Winter woollens scratching skin
Rusted old pavement grate
That pigeon's still rotting in
Outside The Mischief
Stopped as a hearse went by
Black tie flowers spell out lots of love
With kisses and goodbye
My heart breaks for you
Well I know mine does too
Not in a bad way
Baby you gotta try and push through
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the dark
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