Lejos and Mary Lay dazed in Liula Dreaming of tropical signs As Lejos lay sleeping She knelt over him weeping Feeling the weight of his crimes It seems
Called to see if your back Was still aligned and your sheets Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed But you've got too much to wear on your
An address to the golden door I was strumming on a stone again Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched A tragic opera in my mind... And
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the
The trouble with the straight and the narrow Is it's so thin, I keep sliding off to the side And the devil makes good use of these hands of mine And
of sin Have done this planet in; Have left us all Shaken and afraid. Too late to begin To turn to the truth again; We must sleep in The narrow bed We
The wind picked up, the fire spread The grapevine singing, left for dead The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days The wake up call to
I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died And barefoot in the
Cath... She stands with a well intentioned man But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile Like
When I was young lying in the grass I felt so safe in a warming bath Of sunlight, of sunlight Vast open sky could do no harm Like an embrace from mother
I have such a envy for this stranger lying next to me Who awakes in the night and slips out into the pre-dawn light No words, a clean escape, no promises
How I wish you could see the potential The potential of you and me It's like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can't read just yet You
His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained of old friends and lovers their features bleeding together in his brain, oh ho ho
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed. With a single pillow underneath your single head. I guess you decided that that old queen
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop
I'm starting to feel We stay together out of fear Of dying alone I've been slipping through the years My old clothes don't fit like they once did So
my hand an' you will be The one atop the swayback Alright, oh my goodness Wish I was a Bible thumpin' fool Yeah, from the old school A mind as narrow
Make way with path to Zion! I declare this a heavenly scene, May this be the noise your sole to feed. I declare this a heavenly scene, The pressure builds
