I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn
I heard all your reasons I heard all your plans I have seen the seasons Clutched up in your hands You're the one eyed feather You're the lion's mane
'm not in love with the modern world I'm not in love with the modern world It was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more
I'll be home When hair has fallen out We'll be home When it reaches the ground We'll be home We'll be home Then We can sing Two cracks in the
At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I
Sometimes they rock and roll Sometimes they stay at home and it's just fine This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart
Just the other night Body twisted and unfound You know it's there lying They are too dead but the body don't mind Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero
When you're on your own Spread out on the mat Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs
You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales
Give me your eyes I need sunshine Give me your eyes I need sunshine Your blood Your bones Your voice and your ghost We've both been very brave Walk around
well into the desert you must go so into the desert we go call it a ritual call it whatever you will and you will grow mad at me as naturally as branches
In this house there?s no aura There?s no loss of love out there if it?s over And though I call out to you Something is haunting these four walls You
you will forgive me Like an animal in your care But give it time and you will outlive me And take the bow back you put in my hair Made a parade of
[Boeckner] Lost on a river our hearts beat regular time Well the landscapes don't The rivers flowing by We're just drifting all night long hands to the
Language City is a bad, old place We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know We were tired, we can't sleep It's crowded here, none of us leave
California dreamer Tell me why did you go I carved your ever fading figure In to the ever dying snow I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around Like
In my head there's a city at night Static gauge with the rush and the lights Now its concourse you look very fine But this place here is no friend of
