Impossible People by H. Hawkline Lyrics

You write your letters well
You sign your name tomorrow
Take a drag on yesterday
It pleasures like tobacco
Pile back on sticky fruit
Heat it from the middle as you take the back seat
A cushion full of cutlery
Given to the postman if he'll leave you alone

I'm in love with impossible people
The wild dogs on a rolling roam
Daylight breaks without a shadow to meet you
A house of glass is a hollow home
Is a hollow home

For roses held in jails
For flower beds forgotten
The weather breaks in vain
No need for light or shadow
Oh the last flight of the honey bee
Carried by the referee of our funeral
Roman ruins, cross your palms
[manage?] for the handle to the cupboard that keeps
Leave me alone
I'm in love with impossible people
The wild dogs on a rolling roam
Daylight breaks without a shadow to meet you
A house of glass is a hollow home
Is a hollow home
I'm in love with impossible people
The wild dogs on a rolling roam
Daylight breaks without a shadow to meet you
A house of glass is a hollow home
Is a hollow home
Is a hollow home
Is a hollow home
Is a hollow home

I'm in love with impossible people
The wild dogs on a rolling roam
Daylight breaks without a shadow to meet you
A house of glass is a hollow home
Is a hollow home