I´m disappearing or was I ever here in a catalogue of lost things the small and dirty years take a chance on us
what could go wrong we´re so full of rust while the radio plays all these silly songs as we turn to dust a devil rising hidden among the woods carrying unknown names so totally together then pulled apart the windmills start then they stop i´m disappearingor was i never here in a catalogue of lost things small and dirty years pull the horse from the water all day long pull the horse from the water all day long it´s time to pay the governor it´s time again