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I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls
I stick in their heart like a rusty spur
But i've a theory of ghosts:
They're alive and we're all dead;
That they're trying to tell us is that it's this way around
And i've a theory of girls
They always seem to leave in the spring
As if they know that it hurts more
To carry a heartbreak through the summer
In the calender storm, i circled a day and tried to hold on
And in the last powercut,
I whispered her name 'til the lights came on
Smoked my indian pipe
Listened to the static, the snow on the wire
Smoked my indian pipe
Listened to the static, the snow on the wire
I have one photograph that captures her smile
But i don't have a tape of her laugh
Watercolors can't help me
- Album:
- Closure
- Set Your Clock By Your Heart (A Piano Magic Best Of)
- Miscellaneous
- Popular Mechanics
- Low Birth Weigh
- Writers Without Homes
- Ovations
- Set Your Clock by Your Heart (Best Of)
- Disaffected
- I Came to Your Party Dressed as a Shadow
- Heart Machinery - A Piano Magic Retrospective (2001-2008)
- Never It Will Be the Same Again
- The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic
- Saint Marie EP
- Green Ufos, Sevilla, Hace 10 Años
- Heart Machinery
- Momentos 2003
- Home Recordings
- Life Has Not Finished With Me Yet
- Static Waves