Ringodom or Proctor - Lyrics - Head Of Femur

Angel D. has come back to say A piece on your early practices When they took shape the heaters melted metal on the ceiling My dad heard you propose a plan We'd draw a map and escape the house A car hits the barricades, The summer smells, the street, Try to climb in a window I was listening through the floorboards Bad news for our fifteen-year-old The little brother didn't know what happened At my desk I read the stories That make sense of a whole life's entirety At my job I make the entries And try to cross every boundary that I see In a box entitled "Memories" of the years that passed I stowed away a special gem for two When the wine glass shattered against the mantle, we felt somewhat scared And never left the living room that night Angel D. has come back to say: A jealous brother always gets his way The firefighter turned around and walked away Johnny why did you hate me then? I just needed your attention You paint the walls, the attic's done, a civil war still rages on At my desk I read the stories That make sense of a whole life's entirety At my job I make the entries And try to cross every boundary that I see In a box entitled "Memories" do you recall a name, a face, A distant voice crying out? When the wine glass shattered against the matle we felt somewhat scared And never left the living room that night