Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile Trying not to spend more time looking back There's still a bit more to go Can't stop
Jesus on the radio, Jesus on a late night show Jesus with a lamb, a staff in his hand Jesus on a mint and a Christmas ornament Jesus on a billboard sign
Slow heart dark weight down love black canvas, revolve within you understand fragile earthware cracks in the temperature keep it cool to give
You and me, between sheets it just doesn't get better than this the many windswept yellow stickies of my mind or the molten emotional front line
Little bird, little bird, little bird what d'you hear? the clink of morning cheers? orange juice, concentrate, crossword puzzle, start to grade one
La la la la, La la la la, La la la la, La la la La la la la, La la la la, La la la la la Eat, Sleep, breathe it, you're full of the stuff Go bag
Your name in lights vibrating to your ringtone my world begins to dance we discuss important stuff the rendez-vous is set up to catch a film and
Before electric light You paddled through the soup of darkness as a crocodile Cherry picking in the river I would leave crisp note footprints at the
Where do we go from here? how do we carry on? I can't get beyond the questions... clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed that
She pops into the bathroom just after a shower and she plays with my makeup and creams keeps trying to look like me goes through the motions posing
Baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby
I knew that i'd get like this again, that's why i try to keep at bay be 100 percent when i'm with you and then [with 100 pronounced a-hundred] the
First the earth was flat but it fattened up when we didn't fall off now we spin laps 'round the sun all the gods lost, 2-1 a host of heaven pointed
Got to get on it got to get on it got to get on it bodies disengage our mouths are fleshing over is this an echo game? irises retreat into ovals
Poor wine into my glass wrath is rising Ignore forgiveness, below gets calling my name Here - the fool fives's forum Hear - the hallowed portals of
Pigs need masters and masters need pigs To follow they believe is going forward Hear me now as I bring you the hope I will destroy your future Erasing
Between chaos and harmony Between birth and genocide Between them and me "I" am nowhere Please let me be somewhere Please let me be someone Here nothing
Within the boundless void of the I Through the filters of endless writings I slide, oppressively drifting yet alone I feel divided Incurable... This
