We left and as soon as we did I knew. There was a bad taste in our mouths. Awareness didn't come too soon. But you finally taste it too. . It's just another case of fuckin' up.
The static grows. And kills the message. Unclear as the wind blows. Thin whispers through all the wreckage. . You said, you planned to fail. Looking so safe but sorry.
I burn and melt and stick and fade. Your temporary arms invade. One of many last warnings. Cannot wipe the conscience clean. . The strain wears in you whore me in again.
No hostage has been held like I've been holding mine. But I'm just fine since I've been without you. No prisoner could climb the walls that I built up in my mind.
Turn the light on tonight. The electrical fire is taking up my oxygen. I move my mouth to say your name. But nothing ever came, nothing for hours. . Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? I am.
You are the whisperer, you are the unborn son. You are the look of mis-deception in the eyes of all the people you love. You are the whisperer, you are the new born.
You will find your hope amongst the crowds. Of all the people you've let down. We'll find a way to make this okay. . Yeah, we skipped through the night.
Would you trade me for more,. Of yourself when it's silent.. Try not to give too much,. So you won't grow tired.. . And they know you,. The good and the bad,.
You are the mould and I realise all our ties.. We are the ghosts and we will fly over earth.. Amazing grace, you slip all your fingers in my chest as you make yourself a raise..
Do you feel the air we breathe?. And do you feel the air we breathe?. Do you feel the things I see?. And do you feel you're close to me?. . Do you feel the air we breathe?.
The phone I rang. Your message picked up, I voiced my name. I could feel the tensions rise, the elevation. Now that you're here. Your voice is ringing oh so clear.
Slip me out of my northern noose. My Easter Egg. My western wheel. And a snouthern snake. I've got a busted breast and a jiggly thigh. A rumpled roast and a ragged eye.
Catamaran Man you're my cousin you're my blood you're ten feet tall. and tan from the sun after sailing all day you sleep in your car. throw the cushions on the floor and listen to the sweet sweet dub.
A dark shadow is arising. On a dry and thirsty soul. And in the darkness it is hiding. So no one could ever know. . Of the emptiness inside him. Or the rate at which it grows.
Goat's head in the deli case. Oh sweet angel-angel-bearded face. Paper mach parade on at night. That's what you do with no sunlight. In the tropical tropical.
Though Let's Be Fair. . Though let's be fair. I had other loves before my husband. Other sweethearts. Tom Kitsos, for instance. And another I won't mention.
The Wayward Granddaughter. . He said "Come on now babe. Let's take a little drive. Go slumming down the Carson's in my black X-5.". . Samples from the Clinique counter and up the escalator.
(Lyrics, Music: Peterson, Triano). You, when I close my eyes, open my eyes, realize, I think I would oblige. and if I tied my tongue together, smelled a rose and fell right on my.
The vietnamese telephone ministry. . I thought myself an unworthy thing. Despairing of my case all the time, boys. I thought myself an unworthy thing.