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I find myself wishing for a ladder |
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To climb from this car |
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Did I say I loved you today? |
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Driving over hills and by beaten lonely towns |
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I think of you more now I'm gone |
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Outside it is blue and green |
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And everything once blurred is clear |
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I am part of the peripheral scene |
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That shines like cathedral glass |
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The sun breathes against the window |
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But its warmth just fades away |
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The humming road whispers low |
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It says: sometimes you feel alone |
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cause sometimes you are |
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and hope lies dead upon your shoulder |
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The signs are passing like ghosts |
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Too late to turn, too late now |
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Too late when, too late for everything |
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The road turns me away |
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From the last light of the day |
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Too late now, too late when |
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Too late for everything |
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We share more than the end |
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A tragic blend of cocktails with a kiss |
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My love grows anxious |
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Waiting for the cure - picking sores |
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We were careless |
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To be taken by such misery |
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That tastes of violence - the saints are silent |
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God won't perform here anymore |
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My love is pale |
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A perfect shade of fear |
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Balled up on the floor |
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In need |
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We turned away the sun |
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Cold, empty, alone |
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Embrace the violence |
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The saints are silent |
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God won't perform here anymore |
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Fade away, far away |
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I've lost all feeling |
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I go and come back |
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Like memories and symptoms |
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They go and come back forever evermore |
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Part of me remains abandoned in a circle |
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And part of me moves on |
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The wipers move back and forth confessing |
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The scenes pass through my eyes |
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Slipping through darkness |
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Deeper than oceans |
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The miles can't purify |
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My dashboard glows cold liquid red |
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The miles tick on and on |
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Rainfall adds to a beat, lamenting |
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What's been said and done |
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Out here there could be giants |
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I want to walk in their shade |
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Introduce me to a brand new kiss |
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Help me forget my love |
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Push thru another mile - one more day |
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Cash the promise of escape |
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Out here I am immortal |
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Live thru me |
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Sky has opened |
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Suppose I could ignore the rain |
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Should I listen to all that's golden |
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And the ghosts of its curse |
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What have I done...here I am...live through me |
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Love is right in front of me so appealing - lies |
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Whispers drag me |
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Into this lonely place of misery |
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Where flies drown with beauty queens |
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Where tomorrow goes to die |
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Whiskey numbs me |
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Love rots in my heart |
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Broken men drink to heal |
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Their sting from a loaded flower |
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Poet's eyes of fire |
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Burning holes |
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Drunk on his own words |
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Spit to gold |
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Poet's Vegas smile |
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Twisting necks |
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Everybody's friend |
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Face to face |
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Whispers want me |
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To drag the poet down |
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Whiskey wants me |
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To give in, give up, give out |
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There is no lamb, no hope |
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There is no garden, no peace |
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Tall proud, stand up loud |
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Nation national tradition traditional |
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Anthem icon march on folk song |
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In the fields and on the heath |
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I lose strength through joy |
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Mothers cry for the fatherland |
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Fathers cry for the motherland |
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God is with us, manifest destiny |
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Protect, avenge, remember old glory |
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Discipline, adrenaline |
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Revenge old glory |
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Don't tread on me, don't ask why |
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Right as rain, John Wayne |
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John Doe, GI Joe, GI Jane |
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Hatred twisted into pride |
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Fear twisted into obedience |
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For the good of the cause, Marshall laws, no quarter |
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I'll be back, 5 stars, mars, red rivers |
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Markers, stones, bones |
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Living days like a sidearm |
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I loved the way I could repay |
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Pride has got me by the bootstraps |
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The trumpets sounded every day |
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Did I dream of stars and gardens |
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Tended rows crushed flat and dead |
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I saw you fall divine in shadows |
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Baptized in moonlight turned to red |
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I saw an army ripe ascending |
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Rising as the righteous do |
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They did love peace as a means to war |
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They trampled gods they overthrew |
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There in dust and sweat and power |
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I saw you drive spike into flesh |
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Now the blood is on your gamble |
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Spilling clean upon your bet |
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I hear the road beneath my wheels |
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Spin and roar |
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Spit my teeth blood and tongue |
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Dashboard Jesus on the floor |
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Smoke and glass, twisted steel |
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Hard to catch a breath |
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Hard to pay from all of this |
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Devil in my ear |
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Scratch keeps humming |
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Your end is not the end |
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Your life is not your life |
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Your time is mine to spend |
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Try to climb from all of this |
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My hold is weak and spent |
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Feel the ladder slip away |
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Devil rakes my back |
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So sorry my love |
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Gave you my everything |
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Made you my day |
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Became a part of me |
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No more wishing you away |
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Where were my kinder words |
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Where were my open arms |
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Where was my time for you |
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It was lost on a thousand reasons |
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And even now your heart is open...ready to receive |
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And even now I am forgiven...ready for love again |
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But my hope is a memory lost in sorrow...ground in the asphalt |
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And yet still it is born as new...ready to receive |
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My mistake was I learned to see the heads of my shadow |
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Damned in fate fighting them off everyday |
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Endlessly wandering - wondering |
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If I died would they leave my side |
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I crawled from under Mary's feet |
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Into a pool of disbelief |
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Staring back at me |
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Stronger than ever - forever |
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Separate the useless from the green |
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Keep me safe |
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I would do anything it takes |
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To feel the sun again |
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I am ready to receive |
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Love waits like an aging whore |
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Like a faithful dog |
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Like a convict |
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In honeysuckle half-light |
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Love goes and comes again |
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Like junkies and fellows |
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Like birthdays and salmon |
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Inhale inhale exhale |
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Kiss me hello |
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Call me goodbye |
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My hope is a coin in a shattered fountain |
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Distorted |
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Out of touch |
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But shining through |
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My fear was a fever |
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That's been cooled and forgiven |
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And I wait for the morning |
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When I come back to you... |