All through a life. And through the lives that came before. The ties that bind to blind. Of those that came before. I'm looking back. And in looking back I hope to get beyond.
I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair. When two policemen grabbed me, unaware. He say, Is your name Henry? I says, Why sure. He says, You the boy I've been lookin' for.
It's more than love. And it's less than love. Its what I give to you.. All there is is the knowing that this never had to end.. All there is to know..
Oh, Donna, oh, Donna. Oh, Donna, oh, Donna. . I had a girl. Donna was her name. Since she left me. I've never been the same. 'Cause I love my girl. Donna, where can you be?.
I've crawled this corridor once before to the shadows where it ends. Peeled back all of the paper doors to remind me where I've been. . Seeds to be sown,.
Pass between the in between. To evidence the things unseen. For travelers who've past beneath. Till waxed and flaxen unkempt hair. Is standard where they hold me here.
Give to me. My angel, my lover, my friend. Dissolving my mind again,. Dissolving my world again. And take my dreams, my wishes, my hopes and my wants.
I listened to your words, I sat at your feet. Then I watched you drown millions in suicide philosophies. Then I stand in the balance with gold in my hands.
We're, if at all. Slaves to a pawn. Caught in a cautious lie, if at all. Staggering weightless. Haggard stained cynical. It all tastes sweet. . Leave me to sway here, if at all.
Shadow of a soul you come to me. And wait for my approval to kneel here. Sacred is the ground I tread. Leave no footprints perfect in your eyes. You fool.
Sleep now. Fragile. Cradle my hope. Dream 'til morning. Rising again. To uphold my claims to power. Promises bind. This place to me. Peace I have found.
Cedar grains cling to woven skin upon walls.. I know.. Frail truths feed borrowed dreams grown cold.. And from here I beg, release, and hope.. I hope..
God this must. Must be for certain. If you are here. . Raise my world an ossuary. Staring through the gate wide-eyed. Did you think I'd salivate and beg.
Crown all the thieves and you worship the liars. And bow down before every whore in a tie. Lost to the end though the sun also rises. And those who would dare bring the turn of the tide.
I try and remember a night before this. The mirror reflects, but it lies to me. I breathe in the breeze open-eyed to feel this. And slip into arms dipped in wine.
This may be Where the Sidewalk Ends. far below me are shimmering surfaces. water-I need water. I've killed everyone here except for my daughter. . she had sixteen points to make.
Violent spinning darkness, disaster unrestrained. Whispers of the ravaged, lost behind the rain. He lands among the fallen, pushes out an empty hand. Shuts his eyes and turns away screaming out against the end.
Try, seeker, try. To find this path of mine. I weave a simple line. Take care to watch my flight. Place your fingers here to guide me. Guide me under.
Under this canvas he hides a dream. A trick of the type too cheap to be free. makes your burgeoning inquiry. more easily answered. Oh a sight they have come to see.
Listen all you tired, you cold, you bitter masters. Starving the weak. The stories you have told cannot stifle the voices of need. So wager your tales against our dreams.