Living with my hopelessness I wasn't very smart But I died an early death But now I know I wasn't alive yet There's a mountain in the side of me My vision
I grab a hold of your hand but then we both go tumbling Tumbling, fallin We used to makin a stand in the sinkin sand Aint we darlin'? No need to make
What is the force pulling me like gravity? Into your world, I'm swirling inescapably Tangling my tongue when I try to speak Caught up in confusion, leaving
thought about holding my breath last night until my face turned blue and waited for my world to turn black as I laid in your arms, an air deprived suicide
I can see by the light of a broken sky That you're on the mend The photograph of your broken hearted eyes Will fade and bend I can see your face, A black
What is it in nature which lends its hand To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight That by the silent boot of a dying word A scythe was taught
Ceramic tile fluorescent, yellow iodine I can feel your presence Sedated by the heavy medicine And come around, come around, come around The flowers
I can hear you sleeping Like a softly penned letter That you plan on keeping Sound asleep next to me Under the ink of a drying sky If I were a wordsmith
sound asleep in an ocean of crashes sound asleep in pouring black rain bedside voices praying with tears of ashes stung by the salt of weepig skies
A song for when you go to keep you company, A song for when you go so you'll think of me. A song for when you go to California, West of the city lights
On my father's legacy Is handed down by angels' wings A bittersweet melody Is now mine to sing Every precious memory And broken hearted tragedy Will walk
Never, never ending Constant motion, constancy Forever complicated, Always overkill, yeah Never, never for me Never silent, never for me Always overkill
The brackish roots of river pine Anchored in my curving spine Bend to the whims of wind's design And I lay down at your side Above the brine of reds
The islands off the coast are on fire Yellow and crimson Just beyond calico beach The fire's ascension Of gasoline Burned red and green Is like the blazing
Hold your tongue and walk away Say it's been a lovely day Say tomorrow evening's fine Meet me by St. John's divine Until discordant bells have rung Hold
Leaning from the balcony As if without a care Wondering should I take the fall Of should I take the stairs Have I already fallen over And now spinning
The singer steps forward He's not a tour-sung hero He's not the embodiment of a soul brother The unassuming troubadour Sings to himself softly And not
Fate will find a way, for you On golden wings and leaden shoes All the way to the house our father knew And this angry storm of slamming doors And broken