Seven in a Ditch
Venus Grove, track two
I'm
seven in a ditch
with the sound of the speedway overhead
in a car-drop waiting
downtown in the Trang we smoked Bouyards
and thought about Dublin
romantics they drifted in fire-fly fashion
It's a vision
like a pair of bullets
Jack's bet
drying out in a turkish bath
hey cut the blind
"where's my money?
where's my baby?
where's my time?
my young time"
This living was stretched out like canvas
yeah I'm seven in a ditch
with the sound of the speedway overhead
in a car-drop
waiting
"where's my money?
where's my baby?
where's my time?
my young time"
Come over here young time
and shine that torch on me