All has gone Can't you see Light slipped on Out of me Never could see the spring time Only believe in winter Hair too long Hard to see Crow
Walls bleed, pictures bend their fractured frames Features on canvas torn Burning mirror breaking down to sand Free from jails of form The black
On sticks and sand, lost my money, lost my hands Blood on my brain, too much salt in my veins And I thought pain was clean And I thought hearts were
Are you trying to retrieve All of what you once believed Are you ready to let go Are you ready to be free Are you ready to be lone Are you shopping
Big bird, big sad No word, big bad Colours fill the floor Leaving me no more Small lines, small head No mind, long dead Thoughts are hard to form
Why no pills today? Bitter tears 7:00 A.M. and wasting away Bitter tears Why no knock on my door? Bitter tears What did I come here for? Bitter
Bonfires in forests, lamplights in houses, all obscured No cause for worry, no need to cry anymore The skies become grey, but don't stay that way
Threw my glasses in the dirt Tell you 'man that really hurt' So I'm lying in the bottom bunk Then he slammed me in the door Got me feeling pretty sore
Hey where you're going its hard to tell You know that that road leads straight to hell Start where you finish, end up dead With brain cells diminished
Now the end is in sight, I'm just tired Lying awake at night so wired And fired up with biological urge in my belly And I hunt for the words on my telecaster
Tell me through your beard the USA is weird, Aah Hide your fears with hats and hang out at your flat, Aah Don't know what I see but your song sounds
Living with your battered head in a can Hearing all the voices of a mean old man Illness and aggression knocking at your door Gonna nail your body to
God it takes you so long just to think Your ------ and I aint laughing Your brain so dead its starting to stink Its dripping (of your body), and (full
Your inconsistency Your lack of will That perfect heart I know I cannot fill Don't think about always Thinking your always Holding my hand Don
I could have laughed all night when you said that to me With your mud red eyes looking straight through me 'Cause love is such an empty word And life
Don't know what I'm doing here Days are full of chips and beer I've found myself alone again Tell me what went wrong my friend Fags and failure
Those Sunday mornings Not a scrap in sight I'll go without I do it out of spite All by myself, yeah Food's lost it's flavour I refuse to bite Do myself
Flights to the sea Forgetting you, forgetting me I wanna love you in the sand I won't let go of your hand Lovely rain Flights to the sea I loving you
