Parking Lots - Project 39 Lyrics

I saw a mirror in a bathroom for the blind
In the law of nature it seems foresight is a crime
Marked on my calendar the time, i knew the time
Windows after sets of stairs make me feel divine

Clever talking talkers don't talk about the weather they just
Go outside, and bring an extra sweater
Take my hands or the week bring them to church tell them your name
Play them the songs i get worried about forgetting

I'll check my mail unplug my clock
Time only matters when you wear a watch
Let's steal our bodies together and hide
Inside every room we've cried
Houses don't have locks, they have names
Sinners don't have much, but their graves
We were gods in fall I need to find myself fast

I sort my laundry like a ghost

Stay home, read the paper.
Stay home don't read anything.