were you born in water, a fish so cold? were you born in autumn, as the river froze? cause you shut up and you're shut in and i know that you've got your
from under your sheets out into the hall you sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew up out through the porch and the old front doors carried by words
long we were searching these serpentine streets for the signs of a spark fucking around in the dark then long we were held in the thrum and the desperate
we watch the land and imagine our bodies buried within all the blurring green imagine our bodies hovering we're always on the edge we're always on the
Who is at my window weeping, Weeping there so bitterly? It's I, it's I, your own true lover Arise, arise and pity me. Darling, go and ask your mother
we begin downstairs and we end up up here. (well see you grew everything that you needed to live on. that's what it amounted to. mostly the main crop
in the wet grass out back we spread the sheet and with one last easy laugh the night released we breathed the dark, the shaking stars the distant, constant
You'll be a bright light coming out of the dark All the doctors blinking hard You'll be lightning coming out of the storm It's a message, it's a miracle
It will come around but everything is now I know everything is right now The loneliness is a lot But the nothing weighs a ton I mean the nothing weighs
oh see the great citizens with all their white sticks tapping brick they can't see the wire strung in between them and all that young scum reeling but
a siren from somewhere floats through the wood of your door-- you break down, you offer a prayer, a prayer to the feeling you get that collects like the
crows pitch on the lawn screeching a song the inmates wake up and they're pulled to the bars to pine their regrets and their rusting corvettes and
everyone around wants to give you their thanks everyone around wants to give you their hands we want to thank you so much! we want to thank you so much
you're under another night and you drank too much of that rye you're riding your bike and you're tearing a left at the lights you can smell that the summer
life is long pulling right from wrong legs like a rock yet you're blown by the wind when you walk night time falls so you walk on home burning moon singing
angus hang up you're not gonna win like this losing your head and losing your grip say your goodnights and head out to the yard out by the fence where
couldn't shake the cold away a year alone, stock still and stuck in snow two black eyes, this phoney smile my senses dead, my body bent in ice then
Bad luck just weaves through the city But it's keeping away from us We move out a cone through the traffic and Water Street is humming along But me and