How could you think your work is done? My skull is soft My mouth a gun I gambled my youth And gathered my pride To launch in a lantern on the river where
I heard a dynasty fall (you heard a cocoon) I'm financing walls over walls (you live in one room) I'm unearthing stucco and jade I'm a broken door Looking
Please excuse the mess I've finished breaking things shattered lights will wash you home and when you come home, bring novocaine when you come home,
Let's not fight again I'm leaving soon I'm on the plane 10,000 feet above everything I'm taking flight from you. I know my debt I'm made of you I borrowed
While the Islanders run savage from the sticky coffee sun my seeds are at a closing - we see different heavens and I'm a traveler in this place - my
I wade out in the high tide on a gold beach over-loved it's the safest way to care drenched in permanent goodwill I wade out while she sleeps with
Life after high school was a canyon ten miles wide and 20 songs long I trekked the whole thing in a troop some starved some bled none ever recouped when
Well is it politics or pressure? Measure life for nothing lesser / stressin me for what / because you know what's better? / We're talking about those
Set to the soundtrack of cotton and down Tucked into town like lilacs In a tent In my room With you Held in blue like so much bundled carbon All my
I'm a self-appointed ?blind? missionary positioning myself to steer this bull with red eyes and fake blood into the pop wall. My sacred ground is found
After a show one night I drove five hours to the next town, all dark highway in front of me. My headlights were lances breaking through upstate New York
On the far end of the third floor down the soft pink corridor under low-watt bulbs through alarmed double doors I woke up in Maternity Ward not that
When I took the elevator down it was all by myself when I took the elevator down it was all by myself so I sang that Usher song but I got the words all
If you're lost in the dark if you're lost in the dark let the Lord lay to rest your runnin' mind and drunken heart and when you exit from the tomb
I rode to the third floor with more than a cart full the sign on the front desk filled my heart full of love it's a frog on a clothesline below it
I stepped in to bring Susan some saline the E.R. was a wreck they had nothing left everywhere was death a pile-up out on 95 and everyone had just arrived
I'm saying this with one voice - I'm not trying to express these views with a bunch of extra tracks of me agreeing with myself. I'm not going to employ
Slave to passion for this life everlasting / heaven after death is the truth that they masking / so I'm blasting all this contradict tough talk / anglo
