Paris, Idaho
from Reverie by Julian Fulton
lyrics
Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Emily, hurry up before they see
And think that we are trying to run
Though we are, for once we're running towards something
Instead of just away, away
Blood, like freckles, upon my clothes
While my brothers hit the floors like dominos
In Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Who's to say if these wounds will heal?
I can't even say how the fuck I feel
All I know is you
Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to erase you
It's a quarter past ten, your grandma should be in bed
Cab's parked 'round back and 12k's in the shed
There's a charter down in Reno running a casino
Where they'll let us stay for a couple of days
Warped by cancer of the mind
While caged and paraded at the same damn time
Waiting for something existential to align
Let's bury the past in a field of grass
Like the one where we first kissed
I can live with jail, I can live with death
But I can't live without your lips
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Emily, hurry up before they see
And think that we are trying to run
Though we are, for once we're running towards something
Instead of just away, away
Blood, like freckles, upon my clothes
While my brothers hit the floors like dominos
In Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Who's to say if these wounds will heal?
I can't even say how the fuck I feel
All I know is you
Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to erase you
It's a quarter past ten, your grandma should be in bed
Cab's parked 'round back and 12k's in the shed
There's a charter down in Reno running a casino
Where they'll let us stay for a couple of days
Warped by cancer of the mind
While caged and paraded at the same damn time
Waiting for something existential to align
Let's bury the past in a field of grass
Like the one where we first kissed
I can live with jail, I can live with death
But I can't live without your lips
credits
from Reverie,
released February 13, 2015
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