Tania

Lyrics for Tania

Oh, my beloved Tanya How I long to see your face Photographed in fifteen second intervals In a bank in San Leandro A Polaroid of you seen few With a seven-headed dragon In a house in Daly City Don't be sad, my beloved Tanya They say your father never liked Steven Reed anyway Hired a detective to follow him around And oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart I can see your blue-stripped face turning yellow in the gutter It makes me sad And how I long for the days when you came To liberate us from boredom, from driving around From the hours between five and seven in the evening My beloved Tanya We carry your guns deep within our hearts For no better reason than our lives have no meaning And we want to be on television