Alison

Listen close and don't be stoned I'll be here in the morning 'cause I'm just floating Your cigarette still burns Your messed-up world will thrill me Alison, I'm lost "Alison," I said, "We're sinking" There's nothing here but that's okay Outside your room, your sister's spinning But she lies, tells me she's just fine I guess she's out there somewhere And the sailors, they strike poses TV covered walls and so slowly With your talking and your pills Your messed-up life still thrills me Alison, I'm lost Alison, I'll drink your wine I wear your clothes when we're both high "Alison," I said, "We're sinking" But you laugh and tells me it's just fine I guess she's out there somewhere