When We Disappear (feat. Tim Bluhm & Greg Loiacono)

For two years time I did hide behind the door A high tide Jimmy Crying that my head was sore I couldn't come back from a trip I never took anyway Creeping like a cat and practicing my figure eight Hey Ty Ray, you never saw my face down here So wiped out and yet so clear That's when I disappear First shot taken and I read it on my telephone Gerald got awakened by some guys outside of his home We packed up his boxes but no one had the plates to pay So we kicked 'em to the curb and pretty quickly ran away Seemed like we might have had a place where we could go Kinda hurts me to think it came so near That's when we disappear Laketown taste, fine lace turning brown There were some funny cars running but nobody could handle the sound Gary came late with the tapes and a kickstand tune The gold star take was a cow tripping over the moon That's ok, nobody blamed us for that thing And we're not asking for volunteers We know when to disappear Yeah that's when we disappear Yeah that's when we disappear Yeah that's when we disappear