Tim Buckley - Pleasant Street

You don't remember what to say You don't remember what to do You don't remember where to go You don't remember what to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies You thought you were flying but you opened your eyes And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies Hello, Pleasant Street, you know she's back again You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street At twilight your lover comes to your room He'll spin you, he'll weave you 'round his emerald loom And softly you'll whisper all around his ear "Sweet lover, I love Pleasant Street I wheel, I steal, I feel my way down to kneel" All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street You don't remember what to say You don't remember what to do You don't remember which way to go You don't remember who to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down