When I first saw you there were guns in the river Black birds of warning Circling high above the marquee where The blue notes of lovers Mixed with the
Maintain the bearing that you left with Fifteen degrees north of anywhere Try not to feel the shake in you hands Just close your eyes and go fast to end
I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink Now it's glimmering somewhere far away And I'm sitting here with an empty glass Waiting for the day to swallow
She spins magnetic rings Around the dark violet heart of god She's a magnetic field, Shower of sparks, When she comes on. There's a silent charge In
On and off, the cylinders burn With the fading heart of youth And the sun slips below the treelike Just out of view Back and forth across the sky The
This is a war we live And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn And we're all wrapped up in fatigues And they wear us out, wear us out There is a storm
There's a thousand black cars Driving around in my blood stream I'd have to take a thousand pills To find out where their headlights lead. Is it cold
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard Setting off the car alarms as it passes by Do you
Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary
Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away Like a lightning rod that couldn?t pull the storm from me I was
The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly, the stage is set, don't forget to breathe, between lines if the whole world dies, then it's safe to
Lights out on Division St. And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement As the temperature falls (This is where is hits the ground)
I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower. Surrounds
Now it's time To wrap our fears in the night And on the first day We'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this
City of blue tile. Figure in Ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for Porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the
Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep (Cut out) Like a miswired shortwave radio It's over But nothing can change to make this
In this room I'm sitting by your side 'Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook Standing on the edge, casting lot's to set me up Before
Can you feel it in the dead of night? It's all around but can't be seen. Can you hear it in the parking lot? It only speaks when spoken to. Can you find