Porchlight Confessions

You liked the story

With your thumb on the screen

Wet clay on my hands

If you know what I mean

Still you wear that outfit

anyway

Out on the front porch in the fading day

Cheap porch light is casting a glow

Spinning the wheel, letting it go Oh,

we both know

(we both know)

But you wear it anyway,

yeah, you look so fine

Dancing in the kitchen to a radio line Underneath the clay we

are burning bright

Just another spin in the late-summer night (ooh-ooh)

Spinning on the wheel

Trying to make it shape

But your petty confidence

Is hard to escape

Wet hands,

dry heart

Where did the longing start? (ahhh)

But you wear it anyway,

yeah, you look so fine

Dancing in the kitchen to a radio line

Underneath the clay we are burning bright

Just another spin in the late-summer night