I feel wrong. What's.... (What's Wrong With Me). Fallen through You. Bind myself. What's wrong with me. (What's wrong With...). . Made a sign there. (What's wrong with...).
Over the counter. And out through the broke door. Hotwire, joyride. Now that everyone's dead. You feel alive. . Now you even like the sunrise. You can't avoid your man's eyes.
Roses in water, wise men see. Move around before centuries later on we'll travel far. Roses in wine, I can see strange ways. An endless wave strange. .
Over my hand flew a snow white dove. When'd she disappear into the sun?. He has a halo, for dreams return to dust. Words dissolve on the page like tears in blood, blood.
Just you wait and you will see. What the state of Spacey B. Just you wait and you will see. What the state of Spacey B. . Just let your mind fall and let it go like it's snow.
Stay around. Running out time servant. Trip through the warm wind. . Feeling, sulking. My impression grows. Swayed stars part of my room and you. . You climbed the wreck.
If I could then I would. Sleep like a bear. Until spring. . If I could then I would. Sleep like a cat. In your lap. . When I go then I know. I'll sleep like a bear.
All games they play. Undead and awake and returning within. You are a devil, they say and it's candy. How long I've known this seed burst and grown. You're the one that I love.
The garden hose doesn't know. What it's like to be a lover with leaky bones. I watched you go out in the snow. I prayed for rain to wash away your footprint holes.
But you were always one to stay the same girl. I know you want to be the rain. And I know that we would fall in there. For a time and then unfall again.
Our neighbours been complaining. That we don't get enough sleep. . I'm waiting 'til I go and grow up. There will be plenty of time. . You can try but you'll never make it last.
How will they know. Just where to find?. Under this bridge. I lie down. . See how they run. Catch butterfly. Trip over words. With gifts and garage. Pheurton.
Sunlight's waking me up slowly with a dream still stuck to me. What was it about? I'll never find out. It's lost down the shower drain. . Heating water for the tea.
And it's strange. How were wasting our lives. Novocaine. When the pain helps us rise here we stay. . Though it's only a clever game. Running from our lives and we linger on.
"The devil he's a busy man,. boy it look like he stays on my trail...". . "Yes, the devils he is a busy man,. boy it look like he stays on my trail...".
Welcome to the lonesome world of Abel. Where every brother's knife is set to slay you. And paranoia keeps you healthy. Crooked deals can make you wealthy.
This old house is finally gonna melt. My old friend to think of how you held us. . I didn't see the crows fly home today. I guess they got caught up in the gears of the city scene.
Hey. Is that the sunrise? Or is it god's eye?. Maybe not. I think it's the sun. . Hey. Is this a joke on us? Or is it serious?. Maybe not. I think it's for fun.
And then a green bird, a few, that play all around me. (And in a river I view a play of her and me). Under the shade of a tree, her arms did comfort. .
There's clouds all over head. Creamers tangled up in blue. The day is young and they're already in bed. Too damn tired to rain on you. . The way the treetops bend.