(Instrumental)
Questions flew and words were hurled into the air and when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun to
This is my forty-fifth depressing tune. They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb. And when I give birth to the child I must take to
Deep inside the darkest night is drinking in the light from pinholes pricked, holy needles knicked in a canopy of white I'm alone, I'm alone and
Take my sorrow and my sin I will run into Your arms again Hold me Father Once again my tears are dried By your perfect love that's river-wide Over-flowing
Like a million parachutes the snow's coming down I lock up the front door and turn the lights down in the glow of the street lights, I see them descend
It's every day I'm in this place I feel this way I feel the same it's every day I'm in this place I feel this way I feel the same is it all inside my
When the water's too high when the water's too high I will carry you I will carry you when the streets are too hot when the streets are too hot
My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains. My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog. My thoughts swirl like willow branches
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life see that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen you can dance, you can jive, having
These things which I so often wonder this need to create myself frustration forgotten through slumber it's there when I wake, defeated before I rise
I see the wonder setting in over where I am going and where I've been and by the way when i kneel to pray it never seems you're there and I'll admit
There is freedom within, there is freedom without try to catch the deluge in a paper cup there's a battle ahead, many battles are lost but you'll never
I dreamt of something last night in my sleep I saw you sitting in a room without me you were smiling and you had a tattoo of me, in a room without you
Eyes wide open all the time just like a drug store in the city where she walks the streets alone time keeps ticking it's an ocean through a sieve ever
I'm like Thomas doubting fingers routing the scars in Your wrists and side touching flesh will make my mind believe but I want to be like David throwing
Drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation in a spell walking away from the fire that keeps my heart from turning ice
