I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
Be this sunset soon forgotten Your brothers left here shaved and crazy We've learned to hide our bottles in the well And what's worth keeping, sun
Almost homeA When I missed the bottom stairA You were braiding your gray hairA It had grown so longA Since I'd been goneA And the perfect girls,
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but
In our days, we will live Like our ghosts will live Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road We'll
I knew you well, I know you best A baby mouth, denied the breast A lazy bone, an eagle eye Circling a city that's higher than the sky And it's looking
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Sour building, high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to
Halfway home in the hilltop trees And all our footprints in the snow And the evening glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you
Last I saw mother, she rose from a chair When they caught me I just finished combing my hair Because the rabbit will run but a colt doesn't long with
When the arrogant goddess of love Came to steal my shoes She had a white-hot pistol And a homemade heart tattoo Saying one's to give and one's to take
Godless brother in love you might as well Lay down that rose and fold the flag She is money and tabs that broken freedom in See her big children burning
Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys, they shot a buzzard off the Chrysler And you
Mr.Henry and the muscle man Gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand And like a letter in a stolen purse She was bored of her weight, she
Yeah, I've become a glad man singing a song About a soldier want a boot and a fallen angel Naked as a fish At night About a sad man climbed up a willow
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus
