Seeing is believing. How many moons has that darkness hid?. All my good friends. All my dead ends. Some to think and some to forgive. . [Verse 2]. Oh my father.
(One, two, three...). . There are those among us willing. To get by on anything. Hollow hope of what is coming. A lifetime dangled by a string. But this ocean dives so deeply.
Wake up, my brother. Lift your covers and see your breath. Look out our window. The sky looks hollow and dark as our own death. Bones of our bodies, seeds of our tall trees.
Are you quiet as your name. On the day before it came?. Are you in the meaning. That it sang in me with its sound?. Oh oh what name are you saying now?.
Panic in the first beat of the morning. Even what I've got isn't worth offering. If I can't cross the sheets and hold your beat. . Talking in the street with who is listening.
If I came to you in thunder. Not one shiver in my heart. Black as crow against the white lies of the morning. Trying to tell themselves apart. All apart, all apart.
I started working at the second hand. I thought it would make me more colorful. I saw the world as a stitch and patch. I saw the sky as torn grey wool.
Now you don't have a word to call this kind. Of the year made you new and beg it to turn you right. Two dead birds underneath the headlights. Every sound they ever made to call out they are alive.