The Jackson Whites

(album: ¡Chutzpah! - 2009)

Neither Ghost nor a transient spirit
Just a face staring out another window
Looking through all the lights of Brooklyn
Where the dark has a million other faces

I I I like getting lonely
I I I miss this feeling
I I I feel no fear in being
Lonely, lonely, I wanna be lonely

I wanna be alone just like the
The Jackson Whites
I feel the apocalypse is
Within my sight
Mother when you see your blue eyed boy
Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down
There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a

Never graced as a true companion
I burn circles in the forest of reason
I break off and I penetrate alone
The full weight of the emptiness calling

I I I wanna be nowhere
I I I wanna tell you something
I I I have a barrel of opinions
Lonely, lonely, I am everlone, everlone

I wanna be alone just like the
The Jackson Whites
I feel the apocalypse is
Within my sight
Mother when you see your blue eyed boy
Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down
There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a

I wanna be alone just like the
The Jackson Whites
I feel the apocalypse is
Within my sight
Mother when you see your blue eyed boy
Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down
There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a dying man
I lie dying in a hole
I'm a