V1.. Sweet as our slumber. Sharp like an ax. Can you remember. How good; what we had. . You can't tell me you don't mean to. And I can't act like this is right.
You stopped. Dead in your tracks. A ghost from the past. Had come back to play. To fuck up your day. . But. you spot an exit. A door standing red lit.
V1.. Spend your dollars. Spend your pounds. We sleep it off and make our rounds. I followed you around the world. Through every city, every town. . But how much longer?.
V1. Just wait and it'll creep in. Sit an hour. Sip your glass. And slowly let it begin. This time. Don't you think we'll be fine?. . I cannot tell if it's your eyes that have changed.
A constant fight with my brain. Not to panic and lie down all day. A thousand pills passing through me. I put the pillow over my head. We blast off and it's just space ahead.
She was in between. Pungent smoke and kerosine. I was listening. To the personalities. That she claimed to be. Over times and over seas. That she kept within herself and me.
All the night the wind ruined up the pumpkin patch. and all that day old tennis balls all silk clued their catches. . and I was in a sleeping back on the hall floor of the Patterson's.
That cold sunny afternoon. I let you in on a secret. It was the very last secret left in camden town. I could see the sky through the windows. From the street where the fire took the roofs out.
I want you to know what I forgive you for. Now that you're all ashes anyway. Every step into the river pushes you further away. . I want you to hear the farm apologize.
Dig in, my confidence was built to break. I wait until I don't notice it's gone. Lie still, I'm wishing on a comet tail. Lie still, and see right through me now.
The beauty of my better half. I see it clearly looking back. You could never be mine. No you'll never be mine, love. . We fight the fights that leave us soft.
Out of abandon into the blue. It hit me, hit me blind. Cutting me down swing by swing til I gave. But still it's something worth remembering. . Catching the breeze while holding the sun.
The sun reflects my thinking. Well before I've woken up. Bright skies in the morning. I never feel I've slept enough. I melt, I ache, it's all I do effortlessly.