Pangolin Dreams – A Girl A Gun A Ghost – letras

Staring through glasses with no lensesAt a tree climbing the sky.Our father seems to have lost his sensesAs he stands before our burning homeWith an olive branch in one handThe other holding circumstance;Evidence, if you will?Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.I was so youngWe were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense.The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms.Youth would not be wasted on usWe both have come so far.What have I become? How could this have happened?I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks.I?d forgotten what I was looking for.Power is flowing but the bulb is blown,I have no faith to call my own.With an olive branch in one handThe other holding circumstance;Evidence, if you will?Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.As I stumble onto broken kneesScreaming at broken sleeping ghostsOn a hill with three trees?The royalty is coming for my loyalty.Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice.I am so very apathetic.You abandon me.Cradled in my mother?s arms, my reserves have been set free.