Lyrics Trampled By Turtles – Lucy

Lucy, where are you now? x3
Are you hiding?

Born in the fire, babe.
Poetry on our graves.

I think it’s time to go,
the bartender’s leaning slow
and maybe he doesn’t know
that you’re blinding.

I need a night alone.
The wind through the trees alone.
But as if the glass alone, slow and shining.

Lucy, where are you now? x3
Are you hiding?