Two Sunsets - The Pastels & Tenniscoats

I can see that you and me Live our lives in the pouring rain And the raindrops beat out of time to our refrain And you and me will win you'll see People die in their living rooms But they do not need this God Almighty gloom There's something warm about the rain There's something warm, there's something warm There's something warm in everything I know there's something good There's something good about you, about you, about you I know there's something warm There's something warm, there's soemthing warm Good about you

Back in time, sparks fly down beauty lanes And we're torching a tree and the smoke swirls back to me Paper mail, there's a firework on its way Epicurean arson is hot in flame again But ashes are grey in the day... Oh ashes are grey in the day... Yeah ashes are grey in the day... Mmmm... Vivid youth under our late evening sky Watching flames flicking up and I'm warming to your side Plan a time for a circumstantial crime Admonishing men, lighting aerosols and wine Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Mmmm...

Smell all the colors Wait for my eyes Looks like your brother If he gave good advice Open up my clothes are leakin in I could not care less Runnin off into some confusion Pat will find me soon You know your brain's skippin now you're trippin Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you Sing to my brothers They won't keep quiet See all those colors Don't you think they look bright Open up my clothes are leakin in I could not care less Runnin off into some confusion Pat will find me soon You know your brain's skippin now you're tripping Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you All the clothes are gone with the next meal I was downstairs feelin so real Even if you make me stay, yeah I don't like the way that these threads feel Guess we'll make it out in the four wheel Even if it takes all day You know your brain's skippin now you're trippin Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you Oh no, it's a black it's a black Hole, get your head off the floor Control, baby boy this is your Soul, never make me say it to you