Black Nikes - Wooden Wand

I finally learned to levitate

It was just alright

And the snow thaws in the shape of paws

And I am blowing my breath at the moon

Like an unexploded ordinance

Exclaiming over the ruins

Exclaiming over the ruins

When the blues is no excuse

I was placing sucker’s bets on the sunrise

I was holding some pills for a friend

And I pulled those stitches out myself

I guess I’d do it again

I guess I’d do it again

It’s all a ruse

And you’re bound to lose

There were five-pointed stars round the stoplights

Central booking looked like a saloon

And they took my black Nikes for evidence

I hope I can get 'em back soon

I hope I can get 'em back soon

It’s what they mean by paying dues

I finally learned to forgive myself

It was no big deal