are free of the heap. And I think that I see that big blade falling. And I think that I see that big blade coming. You can watch me disappear. You can
and my bones are cold And now I finally see that the further we go We're only treading ground that we already know I could write you a song, send you
was like squinting in the sun. And when all tomorrow brings is a set if broken wings it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a hollow shell
I saw you, August of '99, I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood and display you
you my hand, it would hurt to much to watch you die. And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night. (of you that night) When they lay
. Your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out. I'll make my way across the frozen sea, beyond the blank horizon, when I can forget "you and
If you've got a quarter you can stick in my neck and I'll sing whatever song you want for whatever mood you're in. Isn't that what you expect? I can sing
don't exist and there are no floors beneath me. If I were king of this night, would you become my queen? And I hope, your majesty that you like your position
must confess what's in my head To me you are the light from a light bulb, breaks sometimes And the tender warmth inside is released into my life 'Cause to me you are
blood off with our tongues. Despair could ravage you if you turn your head around to look down the path that's lead you here, cause what can you change? You
My gut is burning. Won't you find me some water? Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline and collect a couple forks, hold them three feet apart
trash. There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth. But it's o.k. cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap
people on the street are collecting in dismay. Before their eyes your head lifts towards the sky and that's the last thing they'll remember of you. You've become a ghost. You
reflection was like squinting in the sun. And when all tomorrow brings is a set of broken wings it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a
And now I finally see that the further we go we've only treading ground that we already know. I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out
underground. You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out, or would you burn up
to be ravaged by our lust burning mad, the fire that we've become. And I know you're under me but I must confess what's in my head: To me you are the
rendering me freakish and dazed. Well here I am. I don't know how to say this. The only thing I know is awkward silence. Your eyelids close when you'
