JOURNEY OUTTA HERE

My world has walls,
You can come in the window
I feel a sea breeze, the salt taste,
Please don't go.

Fish I don't eat,
My dreams are all silent
Your love is gentle,
My body so violent.

Now I have it all
Everything is perfect
You can have a small part of everything I own
It won't be too painful, you can bring your friends too
We can have a party,
Then you can go home.

Plaything or doll thing
I'm not a toy think
Look at this girl's hair
I'm not a boy, yeah!

Our train is leaving,
I'm running to catch up
I caught a glimpse
Of the pleasures you thought up

Dangerous looks,
It looks like sweet power,
I smell the fragrance
Of your sickly flower.

Cards on the table at the last chance saloon
A twister is coming to take us quite soon
Tumbleweed memories,
The places all mixed up
I can't remember the
Faces we've stitched up.

Words by Iona Tanguay