Stranger Calliope - Eulogies

I used to stare at things until I saw differently

My eyes a reminder digging for gold

Cuz when things are twisted its colors are shown

If it’s all the same to you what did you think I’d do

Like a motorized instrument thirsty for gas

You’re choking on fumes brought up from the past

And it plays a stranger calliope might make people sad

Hung out and left to dry still doesn’t satisfy you

The writing’s fantastic it’s up on the wall

Seeing you here means nothing at all

And it plays a stranger calliope might make people sad

And it plays a stranger calliope might make people sad

Make people sad