I feel smothered and encumbered and defeated and drawn. Disappointed, over-extended and frustrated and shaken. This over-giving , over-loving, this care taking goes on.
I rather face all on top of my face. I am the perfect target screen. For your blindly fueled rage. I bare the brunt of your long buried pain. I don't mind helping you out.
Reborn and shivering. Spat out on new terrain. Unsure unconvincing. This faint and shaky hour. . [Chorus]. Day one, day one. Start over again. Step one, step one.
And you're like a nineties Jesus.. And you revel in your psychosis.. How dare you?. And you sample concepts like hors d'oeuvres,. and you eat their questions for dessert..
Oh, I once had a girl. Or should I say she once had me. She showed me her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood. . She asked me to stay. And she told me to sit anywhere.
no avalon. . I'm just a white girl. From a small, safe town. What could I possibly know about destruction?. My lawn sure looks green today. Underneath these suburban skies.
And you're like a nineties Jesus.. And you revel in your psychosis.. How dare you?. And you sample concepts like hors d'oeuvres,. and you eat their questions for dessert..
Whenever we talk about sun all I see is the rain. It's like looking for tears in a ocean. I'm hearing your words like the wind. They blow straight through my heart.
Whenever we talk about sun all I see is the rain. It's like looking for tears in a ocean. I'm hearing your words like the wind. They blow straight through my heart.
Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother. I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her. And every woman graced with your presence after.
I know there's a reason you're forcing a smile. You hide what you're feeling and you have for a while. I can tell that you're falling. And you feel that you can't go on.
My unborn forgive me. I only wish I had the strength to bring. You into this world. More faithful.
By moon we gather. For the ascension. Great sky shelter us. With your endless compassion. . Last survivor. It is you who must pass. Into the light of the new world.
We have slaughtered in the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified, a bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.
Before my body dies. I pray. That the river I was born to. May again wash over me. . By god's touch I pray. That I may move from this consecrated. Earth.
We have slaughtered. In the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified. A bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.
I've never been this accountable-less and within. I've never known focuslessness on any form. . I've never had this lack of ache for dalliance. To let go and let God in ways I have never even imagined.
It's quite simple when I'm listening. You keep leading me all the way home. These messages you've been offering. As a magical child. An essential child.
What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day. As you place the don't disturb sign on the door. You lost your place in line again, what a pity. You never seem to want to dance anymore.
We have slaughtered. In the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified. A bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.