?There?s no way to temper your thirst With lasting? impressions or pictures of home There?s no way to grow that don?t hurt? She growled from the station
face in a dream that i thought i tossed away I will lay awake ?til all your power?s gone Hobble and wade in the love we gave Passing your lip from the wine
Somehow when you laid here by my side Somethin? whispered words like rain is falling Heavy, and she hated, loved to fight Someone from the sun-cracked
images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God Himself did make Us into corresponding shapes Like puzzle pieces from the clay And
Ah-ha, smokestack lightnin' Shinin' just like gold Why don't you hear me cryin'? Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo Ah-ha, tell me, baby What's the matter with you?
at the dark end of day She will measure and break like a habit Oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover?s words And now and again she?s afraid when
to drown myself in And she ran through the town like the end was upon us Screaming like birds above angry high seas The newspaper boys pulled a high-dollar favor And
hands were dead and cold Would you run and hide or go and play? And what if you were told the only point to life is to get old Would you run and hide
Leave and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like "Lost and Found" And "Don't Look Down" And "Someone Save Temptation" And
Settle down my frazzled bride You might frighten the children awake With that tempest you hang on your face You raise your fist and it trembles there
Pull the braid from your hair, so it falls down your back I just passed Spartanburg, cigarettes on the dash Will you wait on the swing, in the front
There is light in my lady?s house And there?s none but some falling rain This like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names No hands are
You, strong as a virgin birth Me, keeping your every word Two dots where a single was Three, counting the little one We sail in the smallest boat Sleep
Midnight, and her eyes Hide like kittens, new and wet Mine are sinning hands On her lying on my bed The river still may rise Wild and water take us
call an the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring its teeth I recall the sun in our faces Stuck and leaning on graces And being
But the door was so small, door was so small I saw rain clouds, little babies And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground I saw sinners making music And
river Winter coat across your shoulders Calling out, what did you say? If I wade across the water When I rise will you be there Holding on or turned the other
With trinkets all surrounding Yet alone it rests, so dry it sets With souls aside abiding There moves legs warm, and close inside No, no leg braces a hello And