I loved a triple spiral. My maiden mother crow. I folded my devotion to an origami rose. So out her ten feet window, she said to look below. Could I see the town was burning?.
You were born inside of a raindrop. I watched you falling. To your death. And the sun. Well it could not save you. She'd fallen down too. Now the streets are wet.
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud. Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes. And so no one would know how tired they've grown. Of talking and telling their lies.
Death data entry, ant hill law. Encoded arc, our common cause. Drink liquid clocks till I see God. Crystal display, can't turn it off. Shh don't talk, don't talk.
Touch, lying on the floor. Wishing this could last. But knowing that it can't. And soon you will leave. . And I will be on the floor. Watching the TV, trying hard to find a reason to move.
It's not the road we used to know. They tore some buildings down. The traffic's like a pack of dogs. . There's fewer trees, windows, fleas. There's concrete on the lawn.
I wish I had a parachute. 'Cause I'm fallin' mad for you. I can see the ground approachin' now. But I'm not sure what to do. . I feel like the pinata.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
Were you surprised that we never spoke?. Then in the still of the night when nothing stirs. I woke and I gathered up some clothes. I never planned on this but it's the way it goes.
Why do you lay in the grass?. Don't you want to be found?. Don't you want that?. . Isn't the Sun even going to try to find. A hole in the clouds?. Isn't it even going to try?.
There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another. But I try not to think about that, I try not to think at all.
The first Noel the angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
The city has sex with itself I suppose. As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows. And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed. They undressed their wounds for each other.
Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden. And if it rains we'll just sink in to the mud. Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is.
I wanted to come visit. You waiting in the springtime. When the leaves change. . I wanted to come visit. You waiting in the springtime. When the leaves change.
Tell me what you wanted to hear. Let me do the right thing. Let me do the wrong thing. And if it's ever this clear. . I will only say it once. So turn the amps way up.
Last Saturday. I stood in your entry way. A place where we used to wait. For cars to carry us away. Like once in this storm. They drove me and Justin home.
Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall.. Leave the death ledger under City Hall.. Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today.. . Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet..
Emily, sing something sweet for me. I want to feel the warmth inside your heart. Emily, sing something sweet for me. I need to hear those words out of your mouth.