Wolves at night
You lift your skinny fists up in the sky
Packed a change of clothes and left
In the middle of July 2005
But when the glass, it hit the wall
Mother cried and the cops were called
The day you said goodbye
Your father left his work by one or two
To a crying telephone
His wife was on the other side of you
Really did it this time
The boy looks down and begins to cry
The day you said goodbye
And I know you've been abandoned
But don't abandon ship on me
Just know like a winter white snow
You've been forgiven, come back to me
I know right now that don't mean anything
Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky
I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high
With your fingers crossed, you fall against the ground
I saw it all, the day you tried to fly
When the red and blue lights made the scene
Your eyes were glazed, and honestly
Can you remember anything?
But when the others ran away
I prayed to God they wouldn't stay
But sometimes He doesn't listen
From a father to his daughter
My prodigal child, come back to me
From a sinner to his Maker
Your prodigal son is on his knees
Sweet God, please hold on to me
Sweet God, hold her please, oh please
The day she tries to fly
Hold me, the day I try to fly
Now that you’re home
Sweet Jesus, I swear that I love you,
No matter what the chariot says.
I'm biased, and by this I'll judge you on weakness
wrapped up in my own innocence
And I think that's fine.
My God you look so much different.
From mirrors you looked like a fool.
And your skin tastes much better with aging
Not sweet like it was back in our Sunday school.
Just wait, don't go.
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Just wait, don't go.
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
'Cause I heard that it can after all.
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying pretty hard to be good
Well now that you're home I can see again,
I can see again
Now that you're home I can see again,
God, I can see!
The neighborhood is bleeding
I heard the neighborhood was bleeding
Pressed shirts, and raincoats for the cause
5,000 terminated papers
Can you read them,
If you're sleeping?
'Cause formulas are for nothing,
If I can barely get to sleep
Well, I can be lonely if she's happy,
After all
I heard that I was close to dying
I.V.'s and dirty drips for the cause
5,000 termination papers
Can you read them?
I can see them
'Cause diagnostics are nothing,
Can you figure out a cure for me,
That can finally set me free?
After all
I'll find a way out
I'll find a way out
I'll find a way out of here
Do you believe me?
Just watch me
'Cause pillowcases are something,
For when reality gets obscene
I'm filling feathers around my teeth,
After all.
Are stars still dying for nothing?
It isn't fair, but its reality.
I need a miracle in my veins,
After all
I can feel your pain
Well I watched a black tied family
Rise up from graves near cemeteries
That I have not been to since your goodbye
And I drink another simile
And compared your Jesus to a thief
And he took my bones and he turned them into bread
Cause I can feel your pain
In my bones, in my bones
I was scared to call your mother
For news that you weren't getting better
My God, just what the hell am I supposed to do?
And I ran off, and ran on to something
That I swore was everything but beautiful
I only say that word for you
Cause I can feel your pain
In my bones, in my bones
And I can feel your pain
Deep in my bones, deep in my bones
And Hal-hallelujah to the one in our bones
And Hal-hallelujah to the one who we love
(humming)
Where have you been?
they call holidays an option for a reason
i hear your coming back to life just for the fourth
i've been catching all your ghosts for every season
i pray to god you won't come back here anymore
do you pray with him, too?
they should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch
i wished i'd known that you were bleeding while i sat and watched you reading with the lord
I read with him, too
When you look at me
i'll be digesting your legs
cause i can hardly see
whats in front of me these days
and those days, too.
i've got to take what i'm making
and turn it into something
i've got to take what i'm making
and turn it into something
for you
i've got to break what i'm making
and turn it into something
i've got to break what i'm making
and turn it into something
for you
God, where have you been?
God, oh God, where have you been?
God, my God, my God, where have you been?
I can barely breath
when the dark flood came
we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket
citing different opinions
on whether we should move
when the houses came
they ate up everyone like they were fishes
saying, "come on, come on
its the end of the world"
and then i saw your face
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
i watched the beauties, watched the fire
and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes
when i took the blame
we layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase
we're yelling, "someone's got the answers,
but i'd rather think there's nothing to be found"
if you knew i was dying would it change you?
so when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says i'm still alive,
don't be cautious when i'm cautiously approaching on the other side
everybody has their reasons, thats the reason we're all going to die
because if seeing is believing,
then believe that we have lost our eyes
when i fly solo, i fly so high
don't touch me now.
we all deserve something
Sleeper 1972
When my dad died,
the worms ate out both his eyes.
His soul flew right up in the sky.
I cried myself to sleep.
When my mother lies
alone on her back at night,
adding up hours 'til her demise,
she counts herself to sleep.
When my sister finds
my body closed up like the blinds,
I tell her I promise it's fine.
She cries herself to sleep.
The men in the black ties
arrive at the house in surprise,
to find a little girl by your side,
the wood box where you're sleeping.
I still see you
inside of this god awful house.
You move awfully quiet now.
And I still feel you everywhere.
You told me this has always been worth living.
What's really worth living anymore?
Golden ticket
Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected
Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected
If you can't hear me right now
I've got a formula vow
That swears I'll do my best
to figure out this situation
First of all
I'll explain why I cost all that water
and never fixed that leaking pipe
That floods us to the ceiling
An empty shot glass doesn't lie
So I fulfilled my appetite
And crossed my fingers
That the good Lord would take care of you and I again
So now that I sound dead
I'll try the road surrounded
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again
I promise this time really
I'm cleaning up sincerely
I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again
How I wish that you'd sold
me on all of those big goads
Like being a good father
not a careless liar
Am I really that old,
Ignorant or too slow
to realize I've lost my golden ticket back home
Don’t let them see you cry
don't let them see you cry
when the dam breaks down
and the city is covered in water
because i believe we fly
when the moon takes shape
and i doze off on your shoulder
and i trust that you see it, too
so breathe while you're alive
let the big band play
as you tap leather with your fingers
and i try to write with style
but the words just come
and i write them as soon as i see them
and i trust that you write them, too
and i trust that you love me, too
Colly Strings
Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind,
Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes,
I lost your presence underneath the bridge
Lock the door, let's talk it out,
Against the wall, hands on my mouth,
Could this be it, is it really over now?
You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants,
You played your songs and you danced your dance
I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet
Nine to eleven you're getting weak,
The tile is cold, I can barely speak,
And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping
If you say no, then no it will be,
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings,
Just play it cool yeah, and try avoid being seen
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing
Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun,
Along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one,
And I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom
You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing,
Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet,
Don't worry about, don't worry about anything
A pity invitation to an awkward house,
For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time
My curly hair and a voting booth,
Confessingly, this is the first time I've loved you,
And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it
'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
And the building collapse, we'll shop one for something
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for something
Besides, don't release me until it's over
And besides, you can't believe without bleeding.
And besides, you can't believe without bleeding. |
