One Way Street
MARK LANEGAN · Field Songs 2001 · Track 01 of 11
Written by Mark Lanegan
The stars and the moon Aren't where they're supposed to be For the strange electric light It falls so close to me Love I come to the ride I'm not sea sick, rolling wave And you know that I am Just trying to get out
Oh the glorious sound Oh the one way street But you can't get ... Can't get it down without crying
When I'm dressed in white Send roses to me I drink so much sour whiskey I can hardly see And everywhere I've been There's a world that howls my name From the one tiny sting To that vacant fame
Oh the deafening roar Remember that's called a one way street And you can't get ... Can't get it down without crying
Mysteries aside You can't get out In a psychotropic light You can't get out Love I come to the ride I'm not sea sick, rolling wave As a way that I fall Trying to get out
Oh the glorious sound Of the one way street And you can't get ... Can't get it down without crying
Oh the deafening roar It's called a one way street