I fear nothing. Besides myself. Please don't touch me. Love like an infant trying to stand up. . Am I two souls. One hard, one whole?. Am I real?. I don't want to feel anything, anymore.
Take your cautionary tales. And take your incremental gain. And all the sycophantic games. And throw 'em all away. . Burn your TV in your yard. And gather 'round it with your friends.
There comes a time in your life. Pull on your coat and go outside. And taste the vinegar you'll find bitter life. Taste a second time. A sweet suprise, a sweet suprise.
Four times he came by I did not look. Talked about the reservoir. His thumbs were hooked on his carpenter's belt. As he squinted in the sun. Smiled wide many times, think I smiled back once.
Don't give me answers for I would refuse. "Yes" is a word for which I have no use. And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell. Just someone to listen to stories I tell.
Another day, I call and never speak. And you would say nothing's changed at all. And I can't feel much hope for anything. If I won't be there to catch you if you fall.
He's got a thing 'bout losing control. Carries it a mile just to see how far he'll go. Brushes up his chops as he tries to fake a smile. A friend indeed but what I need someone who'll stay a while.
Soft between these sheets I shiver. I move in time. My thoughts collide and body whispers. Am I alive?. . This place will speak its language to me. I slip inside.
Green button like a lantern. Illuminates this cavern. And outside nothing matters anymore. . My instinct won't deceive me. My senses will not leave me.
Solitaire, such a fateful game. She turns her cards. And writes her name on the napkin. . Now she turns another card. She dreams about the house and romance.
High on a wire. Poised for an imminent fall. Clowns always smile. Greasepaint and lust in their pores. Start to sway and I hold your hand. Fall, the smile surrounds his head.
Are you the plane that shapes the board. Part of a history, smoothed and worn. And oh, the windy weather. Dry spells, brushfire. . Isn't it strange to see my life.
I thought I'd be alright today. I thought I'd be alive today. Give me your eyes, I'll show you things. You never dreamed you thought you'd see. . I found myself in a light I'd seen.
I will give the secrets you request. And you will be the one to sacrifice. So lay your olive arms upon my breast. And sing the poems, free the butterflies.
Azul palido, as death it waits for me. After storms, and after pouring rain. Weakest thunder, pale blue remains. . Azul palido, as death it follows me.
Wait for hours in the line again. Take your check, go home, and buy your bread. Or maybe down a couple of drinks instead. Don't speak your mind now. .
Wouldn't know any more than home. And couldn't see much further. And light won't help a wound untended grows. And never heals. . Standing face to east.
One little girl told to know her place. Told she must believe and do what he says. One little girl taught that she is small. Taught that she is less and mans decree is law.
Something rushes over me. And I find myself standing here. Lift my eyes up to the sky. And offer a silent prayer. . Sometime all the shouting stops. And the restlessness loses hold.
We sing the nightingale song alive. Streets never border further than my eyes. We sing the nightingale song alive. We might be different but our hearts won't lie.