Stranger,
It's all going to fade with lemon.
The records had all been erased.
My timing was off, Had been off For so many years.
The lights were
Not coming
But,
I still had my ears.
Babadadada dadadada, Badadada dada dada.
Goodbye sinkhole eyes.
As I head back to Ithaca,
[Not New York]...
My Adriatic, My Adriatic Now.
My Adriatic.
They try to talk you away, In stages, And by degrees.
Some days I let them.
Moving along,
Forgetting, Some days I let them.
Babadadada dadadada, Badadada dada dada.
All I have is trying to age without Indifference.
Is all I've got,
My Adriatic
My Adriatic
Now?
My Adriatic.
It's all going to fade.
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