Ramona Was A Waitress - Paul Dempsey lyrics

Ramona Was A Waitress lyrics Paul Dempsey

Typing letters to the dead
Late at night on a closed piano lid
She circles past She fills your glass
But she don´t recognise the song

And once in a life time she says
The waking life
Stitched together in your head
Well what if it´s only worth
The bundle of nerves it´s written on?

And I don´t need these arms anymore
I don´t need this heart now to love
I don´t need this skin and bones
At all

There´s a way you´ve always known her
Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder
And eyes like crystal balls
That just won´t shutup
About the future of the future

Ramona was a waitress
All but made of information
In a bar under the third bridge
She says she´s looking forward
To living forever

And I won´t need these arms anymore
I won´t need this heart not alone
I won´t need this skin and bones
At all
At all at all at all at all at all

Ramona was a waitress