Eileen
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There are things we cannot see that hang
Within her sight
There are people we won´t remember that
Dance with her at night
[Chorus]
Eileen´s calling me
To sit awhile and talk to trees
Eileen can´t you see
The songs you sing are scaring me
Eileen, Eileen
She romances with the moon
Full and alone
It´s really a street light
It´s something we all know
[Repeat Chorus]
6. Remains To Be Seen
[Bolan, Hill, Snake]
Shy a quarters headroom
I saw the
Half-moon was burning down
Play with your reflection ´cause
And infection is going around
Dive head-on into me, Dive head-on into me
Dive head-on into me, Dive head-on into me
Meet my neighbor´s widow, a black and
Bluedoe, she´s up a tree
Trip, the lightning spastic
Captain Fantastic. The nineteen seventies
Dive head-on into you, Dive head-on into you
Dive head-on into you, Dive head-on into you
Bury the news with the views from
behind
the door
Rattle the bones with the drones at the
Corner store--see them for myself
Commies, kinks and masochists
Weirdos, love and homicide
Witches, freaks and 45s
Kick a painted pony let the spinning wheel ride
Within her sight
There are people we won´t remember that
Dance with her at night
[Chorus]
Eileen´s calling me
To sit awhile and talk to trees
Eileen can´t you see
The songs you sing are scaring me
Eileen, Eileen
She romances with the moon
Full and alone
It´s really a street light
It´s something we all know
[Repeat Chorus]
6. Remains To Be Seen
[Bolan, Hill, Snake]
Shy a quarters headroom
I saw the
Half-moon was burning down
Play with your reflection ´cause
And infection is going around
Dive head-on into me, Dive head-on into me
Dive head-on into me, Dive head-on into me
Meet my neighbor´s widow, a black and
Bluedoe, she´s up a tree
Trip, the lightning spastic
Captain Fantastic. The nineteen seventies
Dive head-on into you, Dive head-on into you
Dive head-on into you, Dive head-on into you
Bury the news with the views from
behind
the door
Rattle the bones with the drones at the
Corner store--see them for myself
Commies, kinks and masochists
Weirdos, love and homicide
Witches, freaks and 45s
Kick a painted pony let the spinning wheel ride