Eliza Rhinelander

Lyrics

She dips her french fries in vinegar
The way Achilles’ mother dipped him in the Styx
And she don’t believe in second chances
Prays to 11:11, not the crucifix

And she told me, she told me
That the past is nothing more than an accident
And she’s reaching out for me
But I’m smoke that’s curling from her cigarette

And I don’t wanna leave her but it’s already too late
A few too many dreamers in the Golden State
I don’t have time to clean up or to murder or create
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State

She always talks with her mouth full
And she stands up straighter than an arrow
She steps on every crack in the sidewalk
To hell with her mother and her bones

And she told me, she told me
That the present’s just a moment I’ll forget
And she’s reaching out for me
But I’m smoke that’s curling from her cigarette

And I don’t wanna leave her but it’s already too late
A few too many dreamers in the Golden State
I don’t have time to clean up or to murder or create
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State

There’s a gold rush
There’s a gold rush
There’s a gold rush
They’re rushing in
I am fool’s gold
I am fool’s gold
But she’s not fool’s gold
She’s the real thing

And she told me, she told me
That the future hasn’t even happened yet
And she’s reaching out for me
But I’m smoke that’s curling from her cigarette

And I don’t wanna leave her but it’s already too late
A few too many dreamers in the Golden State
I don’t have time to clean up or to murder or create
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State
I’m just another dreamer in the Golden State