Song For Mike Giglioti Video (MV)

"Song For Mike Gigliotti"

Where is the fountain pen,
Show me to the dotted line,
Sign me over,
Baby sign me up

Cause I'm sick of all these troubadours,
And I've had enough of bowery folk lore,
And I want nothing I've seen before

I'll go to where her eyes don't see
To where I can be
Where I can feel the breath in me

I see myself in war in June
Marching in a grand platoon,
I'll be the better man,
The one I've never been

Don't you ever call my name
Spell it out between your lips
That use to hold
Our private carnival,
The one I still call home

Don't you ever bite your tongue?
Wrap your lips around your teeth
And swallow deep
The dreams that keep me dear,
Now breathless on your own

Talk, all you do is talk
Talk, all you do is talk