Tekst :

Blake says no one ever really loved him
They just faked it to get money from the government
And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel dust
He shakes his head
and blinks his pretty eyes
But trust me, trust me
He s no valentine
Though he said he would be mine
His heart is in Alaska all the time

Blake stays underwater for the most part
He collects loose change for All Tomorrow s Parties
And when Blake dates girls with tattoos of the pyramids
He breaks their hearts
By saying it s not permanent
But in his velvet mind
He believes with all his might
We ll all go to Alaska when we die

Blake makes friends but only for a minute
He prefers the things he orders from the internet
And Blake s been having trouble with his head again
He takes his pills
But never takes his medicine
He tells me that he s fine
The sad thing is he s right
And when it s two o clock it feels like nine

Blake says he is sorry he got through to me
If it s ok he ll call right back and talk to the machine
Blake says it looks like acid rain today
He takes the fish inside
He s very kind that way
But just like Caroline
He doesn t seem to mind
The globe is getting warmer all the time

It s still cold in Alaska
It s still cold in Alaska

Lie to me just one more time and maybe, I ll believe you,
Promise me the world and what you re saying now is true,
You cant hold me down.

Kicking and screaming like a child,
I m out of control i m running wild,
Kicking and screaming and I want more,
I ve done things...

Time s up girl now
No more excusing you
And those books you read
Ohg irl, you better review

Oh oh oh, Mary Street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, Mary Street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you...

She lies in bed out of her head sucking a cigarette
Closing her eyes she really tries to make believe she s dead
But she s not
She s not
In the next tomb her old man s room it s another night
He slips...

Widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and found


parkas worn in summer apparel
sweat lodge comatose of broken...

When we started it was years ago
We tried so hard to find our souls
And lose the innocence that won t let go
So we crossed the line and can t turn back
Happy endings never last
Cause there s always more to stories...