these things are sung, these things are heard.

blue line swinger_yo la tengo.

i didn't want to hear you, but then, there you were . . .

you, 

you won't talk about 

what we see when the lights are out

and i'm willing to hold your hand 

while you're lost,

while you're so full of doubt

walk for miles, on your own loose ends, 

i'll find you there

i'll find you there

you,

you walk up thin blue lines 

possible with reality

and i, i see through small red eyes,

glowing still at your uncertainty

out of the darkness you will come around, 

i know you will

i know you will

and i'll find you

and i'll find you there.

ok.