Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, yeah. . I shot a man the other day. The morning sun, it shined on me anyway. I took a breath and walked away. But I lost more than he could save.
This conversation's going nowhere fast. Like a train on a dead end track. There's nowhere left to go. . Well, I don't really want to drag this out. If you're going to say it, say it now.
You see me hang my spirits high. My dirty linen's out to dry. I've sought not freedom nor espy. . Placating reason in the rhyme. A vindication of my crime.
Overhead and underfoot. If you cut it down then you will never know. I laid my guts out on the table. Laid my guts out and you said no. You got a wrong opinion.
So you come to see me now. When I'm trying to work it out. Say you sort of felt somehow. You wanna help. . So you spent some time alone. He didn't want you anyhow.
She wakes the kids up for school, the bacon's on the stove. He yells from their bedroom, honey, where'd you put my clothes. The school bus runs right on time.
The night sky lights the fallen star. To hold us in its grasp yet mock us from afar. As cancer holds us all askew. To mourn the dying now and start a life anew.
Baby, I heard you when you said goodbye. That's the kind of thing, you don't have to say twice. Now I hear that you ain't so happy bein' free. I guess, it ain't so easy to forget about me.
In the dark we unroll an inner vision. I'm turning into someone else. The cage starts fitting. There's something in the water. I'm turning into someone else.
I woke up this morning. For the first time in a long time I felt alright. I didn't dream about you. Like I dreamed about you. . All those lonely nights.
Thirteen years. Inside your play. To rise one day. And find you dead. The world had fled. With much unsaid. My last paternal kiss. . Thirteen years. I missed your touch.
My better self was always born tomorrow. Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow. As nights became obsessed with introspection. The days a contravention of reflection.
(bat mcgrath/michael jones/anthony little). . Don't tell me that it's over because I know my heart won't hear. It thinks we'll be together like we've been for all these years.
When they finally claim you. All matter will cease, all dreams will expire. And with a dead angel's touch. And the loss of myself. The vapour will fade.
You're here. Early but here (?). On a morning so clear and blue. Is fate up for debate?. And does my love only count if its proved?. . Forget forgiveness, forget all the rules.
Every now and then, I'd mention her to him. He'd get that look in his eyes. But it was only there a minute. So I let him get away with it. . And there was one day, he called me by her name.
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead. Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions. For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years.
You took me out so far. That I can't swim to shore. I've been holding on. But you're not anymore. . Our love would always lead us home. Constant as the Northern Star.
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron. How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone. How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved.
She woke up one Sunday morning. She said a prayer and asked for strength. She put her makeup on just perfect. For the first time in a long time. The mirror showed her grace.