[the diner, 3 a.m.]
[Time: 2'53"]
[Lyrics: Thom Woodley]
[First performed October 9, 1999 -- show #43]
[Appears on track #12 on "Mainstream Mayhem"]
[Tim: electric bass, Nevin: viola, Jamie: percussion, vocals, Andy: accordion, vocals, Thom: guitar, vocals, (guest) John Paul Tobin: mandolin, viola]


Where and when it was written. The vignette of the new album.


The waiter clears the dirty dishes, but he can't clear my mind
It's stained with specks of you
Erasing all you left behind is impossible to do
You left your shadow in my eye, my cornea glows hot with your shape
And often seeing your silhouette prevents my cardial espace

What's left of you?
Impressions are sketching
A poor substitute... perhaps
But ultimately the doppleganger is more satisfying

I can love you when you're not tarnished by your tangibility
Why won't you wisp away
My other dreams erode to sand

Become corporeal again
When youth untruth vermouth are gone.


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