Lightning - Dispatch

That ride the tails of their cigarette smoke

Sliding through the tunnels of our ears

Those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood

Stand on the corner of Washington Square

Washington Square

Well our vision was stinging

And our eyes were blurring

Elevator’s got you rising so high

Seventeen floors, you want so much more

Elevator’s got you rising so high

Seventeen floors, you want so much more

And there’s lightning on the ceiling

Coming from the corner of her eye

And there’s lightning on the ceiling

Coming from the corner of her eye

Somewhere horses flee from thunder

Somewhere the bones of a cat

Are buried under a garden, yeah

Well there’s a radio on, broken song

Empty digression, it won’t be long

Won’t be long 'til you and me are gone from here

And there’s lightning on the ceiling

Coming from the corner of her eye

And there’s lightning on the ceiling

Coming from the corner of her eye

We hear the dealers with the words

That ride the tails of their cigarette smoke

Sliding through the tunnels of our ears

Those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood

Stand on the corner of Washington, Washington

Washington Square

Well our vision was stinging

And our eyes were blurring, yeah