I took off last night with my coat and my intention. To make connections with the eyes that left me blind. Left my mouth for the strength of that white, white line..
You don't want me calling you up. All melancholy sick from love. You prefer it uncomplicated. Things are tricky now I bet you hate it. Your mind's eye finds the exit sign.
A love-struck Romeo. Sings a street-side serenade. He's layin' everybody low. He's got a love song that he made. He finds a convenient street light. And steps out of the shade, and says something like.
There's colors on the street. Red white and blue. People shuffling their feet. People sleeping in their shoes. There's a warning sign on the road ahead.
Oh people. Look around you. The signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you. To be the one to care. You're lost inside your houses.
It didn't happen for you,. no one wants to hear the truth,. coming from three political queers.. Plucking the punk rock bloom.. . So you break up the band.
It's coming on Christmas. They're cutting down trees. Putting up reindeer. And singing songs of joy and peace. I wish I had a river. I could skate away on.
Dog at the window still. Looks all day never gets her fill. 'Cause a glance means a chance. To break the birds out congregating. . I have seen a look like that.
I had guards like watchdogs. dogs in a manger. I could feel the protection. possession and anger. and I drove out of there. with no on behind me. feeling funny and free.
Old pirates yes they rob i. Sold I to the merchant ships. Minutes after they took i. From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong. By the hand of the almighty.
well i woke up this morning. grey dawn. with a prayer on my breath. you see i lost something precious. and god'll save me. from losing myself. i said i think i know what's wrong.
I am a problem child. I've been wild all my days. All my anger and my rage. My senses said it would lead me astray. I said go go go. . Raise your hands.
I saw a vision. Little boy. You covered up your own insights. But I may have held your hand. Or seen the ghost you tried to fight. . Oh a vision. Little boy.
My place is of the sun and. This place is of the dark (and I). I do not feel the romance. I do not catch the spark (x2). . I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense.
Now the parking lot is empty. Everyone's gone someplace. I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed. A cooler and a two day suitcase. 'Cause there's a place we like to drive.
Well, evening fell just like a star. Left a trail across the sky. You spit as you walked out the door. If this is love we're crazy. As we fight like cats and dogs.
well we read best selling novels. so we can talk between the lines. and we often close our eyes. just to hide the dollar signs. and we're suddenly pretentious.
Welcome to why the church has died. and the heart of the exile and the kingdom of hate. who owns the land and keeps the commands. and marries itself to the state.
We get to be a ripple in the water. We get to be a rock that's thrown. We get to be a boy on the bridge. Standing over the reservoir. . I see the water lap along the shoreline.
I meet you for coffee. We get together periodically and. I got a bad case I can't shake off of me. The fevered wanderin round wondering how it ought to be.