Dime

(album: Waking Bullets At Breakneck Speed - 2017)

On a dime we can turn around
We've got time, good for making lists
If we're making lists right now

Beautiful, beautiful, it's a setting sun
Beautiful, beautiful, or a smoking gun
Beautiful, beautiful, or a flaming tongue
Beautiful, beautiful, or a smoking gun

On your palm, on your palm, on your palm, on your palm
Fill your air with guns on my eye
If we're making lists, if we're making lists

There's a clock on the wall, it's a turning trick
But I know, all too well, just what makes it tick
Close your mouth, shut a door if your word's won't stick
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

On your palm, on your palm, on your palm, on your palm
Take it in, take it out of your palm
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

There's a circus that sits at the edge of town
If the sun has it's way she won't make a sound
Oxygen, gravity, it's a magic trick

Close your mouth, shut a door if your word's won't stick
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
On your palm, on your palm, on your palm
Take it in, take it out of your palm
Fill your air with guns on my eye

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
On your palm, on your palm, on your palm
Take it in, take it out of your palm
Fill your air with guns in my eye