After many days of work, Lilianna takes a break and walks into the park. In her usual wear she glides to an empty park bench and makes herself comfortable. Reaching into her straight-jacket purse she grabs her 'Ports and lights one up. Distantly thinking of lost passion she closes her eyes and drags on her cigarette and whispers the lyrics to Big Empty.
Drivin' faster in my car.
Falling farther from just what we are.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more.
These conversations kill.
Falling faster in my car.
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to take a ride, it leaves today, no conversation.
Time to take her home her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait to long.
Too much walking, shoes worn thin.
Too much trippin and my souls worn thin.
Time to catch a ride it leaves today,
her name is what it means.
Too much walkin' shoes worn thin.
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to take a ride it leaves today, no conversation.
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden.
Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long.
Conversations kill...
Conversations kill...
Conversations kill...