Menomena - Baton
текст песни

Hail Mary, you're conveniently buried this evening
Missed me dodging bullets on a subject that is not worth repeating

I wish you were my mother and I wish you couldn't hear
I wish this memory lanes promoted growth instead of fear
I wish I wasn't forced to rob a grave to pull you near

Hail Mary, here's the new baton to pass in the relay
Between the bathhouse and the colored mountains lining the freeway

I wish you were my lover with your hands in place of ears
I wish that co-dependence could sustain us through the years
I wish that wrecking fantasies could pass for a career

No one turn the light on, turn the light on in the morning
No one turn the light on, turn the light on in the morning
Someone turn the light on, turn the light on in the morning
Somebody turn the light on

Hail Mary, is this golden ticket all that you've left me?
For the therapists to pawn off and retire on the proceeds?

I wish you were in person that you are in souvenirs
I wish I could remember if my last words were sincere
I wish I could construct a better song for you my dear, oh