Testo Parson Redheads

Sometimes the people that you meet in your life can seem
Just like characters that populate some quiet childhood dream
It's so easy to get caught up in just one poetic line
Well the Parsons have their cross to bear
I know: I've got mine

And it's a quiet night in Silver Lake, all the people crowd this scene
Well they look so much like cardboard cut-outs placed upon a screen And I feel this sinking feeling as Missy grabs my hand
And we lose ourselves in the harmonies, the white-robed beauty of this band

Aahh Ooohhh

And the singers all cry as she whispers in my ear
And I stare down at the ground, holding tightly to my beer
Do you feel the strain between us, yeah I know I feel it, too
And I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads do
I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads do