friend stands bleeding on the late summer lawn, a slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head. He has fallen in the valley of the rock and roll dead. I
without him. And I scream my smiles, and I want my wires and I need my stripes. And I read the lines until I lid my eyes, and I'm losing time without
tell us 'Cause we know So, I said "What a way down What a ride What a slide Spin around What a life to have known What a time" And how I was singing
breath's in it. I don't know that I would go that far down some dark avenue, with a whispering crew of shadows all protecting it. But I saw inside each
hung from strings and I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings (with the other sardines) over cities of things mommies need -- light as gas, and half-assedly free, like I
wake. Grey smoke shows the way you walk down by when it's time. I don't want to be there when it's time to go down, or I don't want to go down there alone
it go. I've felt enough. Can't really feel it anymore. And I know I'm closing off as it gets colder. Can I call out like before? Show yourself.
stands bleeding on the late summer lawn, a slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head. He has fallen in the valley of the rock and roll dead. I hear
night when I'm looking out into the sound. I'm breathing deep. I'm turning around. I'm saying, "Do you want to swim out to that island?" I'm thinking
We were just kids Like what was said by our parents I guess What we're after is just this We need a myth I feel my heart's like a fist I want words
calls. (Wait, take a look closer... he's hardly moving at all.) She says, "There's someone is knocking, go see who it is. Our little world is shaking... I
Someone said to me I'm coming to your dream And speaking to you I already knew I found her in an attic Where dramatically She leaned into to me She
