Houdini's Angels

Credits:
Seven Mary Three

Availability:
Rock Crown

Notes:
None

Lyrics:
I think that people get tired of themselves
Is that why the TV's on all the time?
It don't take much to get it right back on track
But it won't fall from the sky right into your lap

I've made the most of luck
You get a brand new chance
In a brand new town, if I
If I don't read what they wrote about me
I might turn you on to something I've found

Like silence, priceless, silence
The only way we talk

What if people get everything they expect?
What becomes of hope?
I'll bet she's a nervous wreck
What's the genius in a cushion on your couch?
You better find yourself something that drags you out

I've made the most of love
You get a brand new chance in a brand new town, if I
If I don't hear what they whisper about me,
I might turn you on to something I've found

It's like silence. priceless. silence
The only way we talk
It's like silence, priceless, silence
The only way we talk

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