The urge to take you grows more strong. For time had made me wait too long. Each watch I smash apart. Just adding to my power. Each watch I smash apart.
Can you find the hidden 'H' where it's hiding?. Is it on the ground,. or in the sky,. or part of something here?. Does it fit somewhere inside?. Is there somewhere it can hide?.
Nighttime lady. She says maybe. In the all-night Laundromat. Wait one minute. I have seen her. She's a billionaire. . She was a hotel detective. But now she's gotten promoted.
"Yo yo yo! Come on come on!". . Now every evening, when all my day's work is through. I call my baby, and ask her what we could do. I mention movies, she doesn't seem to dig that.
Watch the sun burn out and dig itself a grave. In the ocean south of Sydney off the interstate. And I hold out my hand trying not to shake. Watched you jump off of a cliff.
I forgot what month it is again. I'm half awake, I know it's wrong. But I swear to God it's almost Christmas. In a language I don't understand. There's a shaking voice on the PA.
God, take me back to the orange grove. That I found deep in the desert. The air sweet as a miracle. It can't survive but it grows and grows and grows.
I stopped making deals with God. Right around when you left. I said that I would start believing. If they made you well again. Guess they knew it was bullshit.
Raining in Kyoto. It's flooding the streets. I'm nursing a coffee from a vending machine. I saw the god of rice, a fox with a key, key. I woke up blind with a headache.
I wanna take you someplace safer. Pull your pain out with my teeth. I wanna take away the ulcers burning holes into your cheeks. And I wanna bring you back to water, turn your branches evergreen.
I saw you hiding in the ivy. I know you're too afraid to call. They're getting ready for the winter here. They've gathered pyramids of salt. You saw them having trouble breathing.
I'm a raw nerve in the sunlight. After two weeks in the dark. If you've gotta tell me you're not using. It's probably 'cause you are. . I saw you there.
Bright blue hydrangeas. Lost in the weeds. Bus stops and barbed wire on the way to stare. At the heart of the earth from the Poas peak. Just like the ones that we grew back in Jersey.
I've been thinking a lot about. When the furnace goes. It's the absence of heat that hurts more than the cold. And I got caught in the irony of walking alone.
You drove me all the way up here. cause you could tell that I was a mess. I wasn't going to make it to dinner. And I shouldn't be calling again. You drove me all the way back.
Two dollars, twenty-seven cents. January seventeenth, 2006. Here in a diner with my friends. Talking about how the year went. A few years later I walk in.
Goddamn you look holy. Hit from behind with light. You're a painting of a saint. And I'm nervous, stumbling over my lines. When I tell you I love you.
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