Singer Sewing Machine Lyrics

Waiting for the perfect stranger

Is so easy

I say what's the danger

Just as long as they don't leave

Waiting for the perfect stranger

Like a storm

I ignore the danger

'Til their leveling the door

Counting on the perfect stranger

Quiet delay

Parting all the oxygen

Collapse back into place

Anchor my attention

Embroider your embrace

Sever all the tension

In the knots tied to my face

Sirens wailing across the town

Cumulonimbus came tumbling down

This is how we go out

Quasar swiveling up on the shore

Nowhere to follow the light anymore

It all makes sense now

It all makes sense now

Fire up the nineteenth century

Singer Sewing Machine

Hum along to the rhythm while I

Lose my fingers clean

The walls cave in and lean back down

A lady's on the floor

Her heart beats on the table

While we roll the dice some more

Singing here's to drinking underage

For three hundred and sixty-five more days

I can barely drive

So I'll walk across the river

When it's frozen in the winter

And pretend that I'm Jesus Christ

Dionysus will say hi to me

When I open up that winery

In the field on the other side

And the bridge goes

Tumbling down

With all my dreams

I've got no dreams

'Cause I can't sleep

I've got no dreams

What a relief