get your things we're leaving when the morning birds are singing we're sailing cause its time to go what's to come only fate can show see her move like
the road bends long, like mother's arms reaching for these four black tires and through the night, our knuckles tight we knock off miles and yellow lines
but often it happens you know that the things you don?t trust are the ones you need most so it's cautiously into the dark but you see before long that
wait-wait-wait- before you go i want you to know all that you were and the sound that you made when you moved before you leave i need you to see all
the rain starts off and it wakes you up you can't sleep with that racket on the roof you get up slow but you can't get going it seems this morning
open arms i was starved white desert ground i was dry a hungry child i lived my life dotted 'i's knotted fingers toed the line i lived my life
i raised my head from the riverbed and i tasted the air i built my home of oak and stone and i feasted on the animals and earth i raised my kids in modern
you you and i made a pact a deal that as we lay dying we'd think about eachother then and smile as we're taken in i i listened like a little child to
so march is in like a lion and she marches out like a lamb you can't blame a girl for trying we all need a helping hand maybe someone who could drag
you cringe, you complain you sing, sing, that old refrain the roof is falling in the roof is falling in i'm not kidding you can probably feel the
Look at that cloud hang up off the lookout hills That's where my head is and I keep banging my shins There's another world Above this one That's where
In the white I wake up In the white I die Somewhere in the red, I see your eyes In the green I'm out walking and in the green I live Somewhere in the
holy shit what a relief i pulled myself apart - couldn't breathe - tore my hair - bit my skin i thought of all the dark - all the ash - all the blood
don?t you swing like a child, in a tree, on a tire, in 85? there?s an arc that your feet will ride on the way between hate and that sunday fire you look
going to the mall gonna spraypaint in my angry red scrawl on the front steps in "enter the temple and worship him" then maybe i'll go right through
All righty then. Picture this if you will. Grabbed at 2am and actually eating a, you know a box of crispy cremes. I might need as I approach site area
was lost Looking for the land thats hidden in the cross The finders love I know I loved you too much Ill go alone to get through I hear rosetta singing
This is nowhere good enough This is nowhere close enough This is nowhere pure enough This is nowhere good enough