Grant Hart

Flaking like an old paint chipping Like a dowager shaking Like a subway rolling Like a flower and I'm using all of my senses you know I am I'm using all of my senses Freezing like an icicle bending Like a rain cloud rumbling Like a sidewalk mending L

Jimmy gave me the number Jerry gave us a place to stay And Billy got a hold of a van And man we moved in the very next day To twenty-five forty-one Big windows to let in the sun Twenty-five forty-one Well I put down the money And I picked up the keys

You're the reflection of the moon on the water You're the reflection of the moon on the water You're the reflection of the moon on the water but you're not the moon You are the scent of the sea on the night wind You are the scent of the sea on the ni