Bluefish

Take care;

She will fall on you like weather.

You don't hear a thing but the beating of wings

And the lights go out.

Ooh

And there you are

Standing in the doorway

With a cigarette.

You say, "Hey rock n' roll,

Did you really have to sell your soul

Or were you just playing the fool?

That shame is mine; you know I've done it too.

19's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at 22."

She will come

To any whispered invitation.

Try to send her away;

She did not come here to play,

She ain't leaving empty-handed.

There we are;

Here we are.

You say time isn't mine

To save or to waste

But I might stick around

'Til the season changes shoes.

And the fortunate ones will always get to choose;

19's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at 22.

Ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

Take care;

She will fall on you like weather.

You don't hear a thing but the beating of wings

And the lights go out.

Ooh

And there you are.