There was a sound,. Split all the heavens apart. In on the northern route,. Out of the southern spark. Oh, I will be with you,. Running from the rain.
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 seasons will seal these shards..
Ambulance, let me in. Don't make me stay here. Ambulance, hold your breath. We're running short on air. Ambulance, resuscitate. . At the edge, you see clearly I was dead.
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night. And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames. After the things you say. You hate me for being this way.
Hold you hand to the fire. And your eyes to the sky. They're just different shades of cellophane. Taped against the lights.. Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves.
You cut your teeth on the cold war costumes. But caught your eye on a Lilly-white lullaby of. red and black collapse. You mix it up in the church and state dives.
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night. And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames. After the things you say. You hate me for being this way.
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 it in the marathon?.
When I wake, I see you. Lying there on the bathroom floor. With foam lips, a black kiss. Your dead hero and now myth. The way you look so nice. We'll save the un-dead princess.
There's a bullet in my bag. And it tells me what to think. In the middle of the night. When I can't sleep. There's a bullet in my bag. Singing sweetly:.
The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly. (The stage is set). The stage is set don't forget to breathe. (Between the lines). . If the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage.
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 at sea.
You know it sounds better in the long run,. where your words and symbols stack up into the night. Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol.
The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly. The stage is set, the stage is set. Don't forget to breathe between the lines. . If the whole world dies then it's safe, to take the stage.
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.
This is the last call. They'll ever hear me send. . Last call for a better life. Wedding bells and cheap champagne. Last call for a Friday night. In bathroom stalls and crowded bars.
They sold the old house. Boarded up the rooms just the way you wanted. They took your possessions. Gave them all away with the guns. . You sing like the wind in the trees at night.
Don't even take a breath. The air is cut with cyanide. In honor of the New Year. . The press gives us cause to celebrate. The air raid sirens. Flood barbed wire skylines.
He's dead drunk asleep on the side of the road. (No one sees him). Or passed out on pills in a stranger's room. (She don't know him). Don't tell his sweetheart he's not coming home.
We stare into the blinding light. To see what's between us. It's red and it's white. Like lies, like lipstick on last look goodbyes. The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst.