Besedila: John K. Samson. Other. Slips And Tangles.

Neon lights and slinking purple skies

Squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives

And I greet another door that opens in

To that place that we repeatedly begin



I'm tangled up in tries

Slipping on I wonder why

I face affection not embrace



Another urban wasteland thick with fears

I see lights that shine like frozen television tears

Or dying embers of another day

Please tell me what it is I want to say



I'm tangled up in tries

Slipping on I wonder why

I face affection not embrace