Well death may come invisible. Or in a holy wall of fire. In the breath between the markers. On a black I-80 mile. . from the madness of the governments.
There's no prayer I could say, no advice I could take, no pill that would make me feel better. There's no fountain to seek, no cup I could drink. I know of nothing that ever grew younger. But the universe it must go on forever, just like two mirrors that are facing each other. It's reality upon illusion over and over until you can't tell the difference, they both just blend together..
I like the sound that ice will make. When your glass is full and your hand can't help but shake. I'm not sure what is left to say. Now the dinner's done and the sun's been put away.
The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitlers tongue. The next century crashed hard. With a loud sound like a starting gun. Its race for acquisition and to make more things that glow.
There is nothing for which I am responsible. Just this baggage that I keep carrying on. As if I had someone. . Okay, maybe there is a woman somewhere.
You follow the footsteps. Echoes leading down the hall. To a room, there's music playing. Tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly.
Helping the kids out of their coats. But wait the babies haven't been born. Unpacking the bags and setting up. And planting lilacs and buttercups. . But in the meantime I've got it hard.
I was cold in a dream. Somewhere close to the surface. Between the ice and the stream. There is three inches of air. . So I swam towards the light. I let my breath get there first.
I used up your compassion, so I come to make a trade. You can ?leave/hate? me but just love me in return. And if I know where to find you, I'll stay out of your way.
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand. And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again. It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen.
I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed. The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time. Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise.
I heard you're scheming new pyramids. Another big idea to get you rich. Make a plan to love me sometime soon. . You said you had your foot in the door.
Our love is dead but without limit. Like the surface of the moon. Or the land between here and the mountains. Well, it is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent.
The kitchen is cold. But the coffee is warm. And the suns coming up. The day has just begun. And your already bored. . Bored of cheering me up. Bored of calming me down.
There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground. There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud. If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf.
I picked you out. Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes. You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?". So it's up the stairs. And out of view, no prying eyes.
I know that it is freezing. But I think we have to walk. Keep waving at the taxis. They keep turning the lights on. But Julie knows a party at some actor's westide loft.
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes. Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one. Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love.
Come they told me. Pa rum, pum, pum, pum. A new born King to see. Pa rum, pum, pum, pum. . Our finest gifts we bring. Pa rum, pum, pum, pum. To lay before the King.
Close your eyes. The dark outside can't hurt you. And I will never desert your bedside. . So close them tight. The stars are so glad that they've found you.