Don’t go in, don’t go out, don’t breathe in
Just lay down, let the tears fall down
Watch the water, through the walls, I hear screaming
At least someone’s getting some
Never gonna let heaven and hell surround me
Did you say?
Is your Daddy home?
Nooo, I didn’t even mean it that way!
You’re beautiful to me
Beautiful to me
Most doubt is honesty
Ardently tracing her name in the doorway
Over memories you once had
Memories or wishes gone by?
Hospital beds and worn out nurses
Blood moon lysis, feed your name
You’re so cold, I’m so weak
Skipping stones, skipping stones on midnight waters
Reflecting clouds rippling back to her hometown
South African girl, came here, six years old, lil’ pixie
There lies a child, braces, closer, come closer
She said, “Why the need for endings?
Why the need to explain?
Why do these half clever boys that rhyme surround me?
When all the minerals of man are so plain?”
A thousand spiral staircases all leading to a place we’ve always known
So when this illusion subsides us
When my interpretation is null
Do you fight you for the dreams that you came for
To wake up and see them again?
Will you find me again?
Will you find me again?
What are the things that can’t happen again?
When you had nothing to believe in?
When I tried to understand you
What were you feeling?
What were you feeling?
What were you feeling?
What were you feeling?
Understand me, why does he not understand me
I didn’t understand you
Why does he not understand me
I couldn’t, couldn’t understand you
Why does he not understand me
I tried, I tried to understand you
Understand me, understand you, what of yours now
What of yours, now?
What of yours?
What of yours, now?
What of yours?
What of yours, now?
What of yours?
What of yours, now?
What of yours?
What of yours, now?
What of yours?
Are our words just gestures like the gentle tide?
Gracing lands, so idle, of an untold design?
I’m not angry, I’m not angry that you let it in
Oh, it must have been something else that sent you away
From the litany of the waves below
Of love as only sundry prose
Not this poison in the blood
Got a minute? Don’t doubt it
Pray to God they’re no fighters
A hothead, lighted, divided, we’re dying
Girls like men with shoulders, mighty
Can’t get a cab that you ain’t booked, sir!
Tell him wanna see him the next show
1 am and it’s early
They ain’t out till 3.30
Mexican bars with teenage stars
Stretch my age from thirty all the way down to girthy
Garcia, Garcia!
I think you best get yourself another boy
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