You're a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl. I'm the bird on the brim. Hypnotized by the whirl. . I drink you, make you feel real. Wet my beak in your stream.
Do I look the same to you? 'Cause I don't feel so. You know, everything must change as time goes by. Though it feels like yesterday when we first met.
There's a field of flowers and they smell like you. and i go walking through them when i feel you near me. . you know I'd love to pick one for my lapel.
What did I ever do to you,. That you should treat me this way?. Is it really such a crime,. For an angel to speak his mind?. In time I'll try to shed some light..
The sun goes down while children listen. All the way down. Black as a crow is the space in which you. leave me standing. All the way down.. If you'd seen the light of day.
Monday, time for Alchemy. . I'm buried behind the gallery. come in and see a band. . from Norway or Japan. . pick up the CD while you're able. . someone on a tiny German label.
You learn a lot about a girl. . The way that you meet her. . Was she with a guy when you me her?. . How did she treat him?. . Was she lying to her man.
I hear your voice. And the world goes away. I see your face. And this place is okay. Oh, for just a moment of your time. Oh, now, that'd be sublime. .
We wake up,. Soft denims on the floor.. Spent nights late,. Sleepin back to the fall.. . Don't even, you fall the few.. You don't quit, heads back the ceiling..
The prophet's here, the prophet's here.. Oh, it's no use.. Bend down into the grass, down into the grass for me.. . The prophet's come, the prophet's good in stone..
How many trees to the west of here.. How many smokes left have you got.. I wanna stand but I'm talking to a cop.. There's piss on my boots, how'd you make it stop..
Like I didn't know it. Choking on the pulp of it. Semper fi. You kept me on your long line. Tugging in the whole time. Keep shining on. . And that silent head grip.
Day dead bye-gone. Laying near the lights. Of the knights of the northern lodges. There's a border road. No one slip slides or stoppin'. And the neighborly, sleeping in a coffin.
On the Rio,. Rode the sparrow,. Drank the marrow,. Spade the clerics. . I spent all day Saturday toasted,. Roasting in your room. . Fall fine,. Skin tight,.
The last time that I saw you. You had me housed up on your red, red road. Stranded in the housing of our move in house in. We were going to hit every port and every cape town.
I will harbor you around.. I may drive you down.. There are promises I'll make.. There are promises that I'll take away.. . But I won't beg for you on acetate..
And i can't get the taste of steel out of my mouth. Off of my tongue. It's glued to my lips. My sense dull so take them run. But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet.
Excuses and another i suppose. I'll wait until it shuts off. How am i not myself?. This would be much faster. How and i not myself?. This could spell disaster.
Pins and needles make poor blankets and sheets. One second gave enough to respire. Seven to repair and it sat. At an equilibrium for a level on a pitch.
It's been so long. Since I've felt. Inspiration running through. Our blood and your veins, to be. This is suffocating. Me at the point of no return. I'm the target.