Lyrics

Stepping up from the ghostly scene By the manhole smoke-machines Waiting for the coast to clear Playing a tune with a tiny tone On her ribcage xylophone In a key that no one else can hear Sandie, what's that face about? You've got so many rounds Yet to go And so many more nails to bend Before you reach the end Of the road Staring out through the window pane At the pellets of pregnant rain Tapping out a drum-roll down below Filling up all the cracks and dents And high-fives in the hot cement From the hands You'll never get to know Oh Sandie, what's that face about? You've got so many rounds Yet to go And so many more nails to bend Before you reach the end Of the road On a crystal night Up on the canyon's side I saw the western sky Turn to red But it couldn't touch the flames Burning up your brains That I saw through the frames In your head Sandie, what's that face about? You've got so many rounds Yet to go And so many more nails to bend Before you reach the end Of the road