It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep.. Caught in slumber's grasp,. nowhere that I should be.. I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against these chains..
Seated by the wing.. . A little face inside a ring.. . Plane came in late.. . Run up the ramp into my arms.. . My arms.. . You're only thirteen.. . Wide-eyed and nervous just like me..
They said go left and you went right. And now what once was a life has just become a fight. In this street life. What once you called stars have become your roof.
You're in my house, you're in my clothes. No one knows (knows). You're in my head like a dumb song. It just goes (goes). You're on my face, you're on my lips.
There was a sun once.. It lit the whole damn sky.. It kept everything alive.. And there was a man once.. He looked it straight in the eye.. He saw everything..
You're undecided.. You ride a fence but that fence divides.. No side is still a side.. A look in your eyes says I hold myself above you.. You can't see through my skin..
A '63, 10,000 miles. What was I thinking?. . I drove myself insane. No small getaway. . Asleep with both hands on the wheel. White knuckle weekend. . Chewing ephedrine.
I have a present: it is the present. You have to. learn to find it within you. If you can learn to love. it, you just might like it. You can't live without.
i sunk my eyes in static. you taught me how to see it. now there's no sign of you at hand. so i stop looking at it. my head is splitting trying. to read the name that you abandoned.
What you already know. Should be more than enough. To cut this two-bit show. Down with the dust. . Target wires and the seams. Induce a rush of disbelieving.
real time, is this real time. or am i just top standby. watching ceiling lines. studying blank signs. downtime, is this downtime. but we're fixing nothing.
in precious little circles thoughts run races. dead in the water, black and still. drowning in downsize none finish first. no stars get us out of this hold.
I'm behind you. You can't see me. I watch you. When you are near me. You say words. The sound is missing. I just look and watch and listen. . Sound on sound.
To waste and choose or raise the dead. With pain behind go straight ahead. Room full of people grouping as one. I can't break out now, the time just won't come.
i've got this syllable sickness. called the six-second blues. no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed. send down one last time. that last send down didn't cut it.
there is an arsenal,. and it is possible. to dim the lights some more. and hide it from our eyes.. there is a path to blaze,. that curves both right and left..
Hey angel, consider your position. Afraid to be consumed. Savory. Savory, your sympathy. . Hey angel, fly over and bless me. See you feign surprise. And I'm all eyes.
Move your body crazy you now be my sexy lady. Sexy lady, sexy lady. Follow me, yeah we got it. Let's get this party started...party started. Let's get this party started!.
Write my name on a map. And ask the ranger where I'm at. Mark an X on the spot. That place that we both loved a lot. Now turn around and head for town.
Shoot a dream in your arm. And sleep away. It's not the stuff that kills you. That keeps your life at bay. . Every crash pulls you in reach. Of a watershed of signal flares.