Gonna get back to basics. Guess I'll start it up again. I'm falling' from the ceilin'. You're falling from the sky now and then. . Maybe you were shot down in pieces.
Miller's angels in black and white. Welcome everyone in. Children dreamin' of wrong and right. Wrapped in grace and in sin. . They come out of the blue sky.
She comes to me at night when I'm sleeping. She comes to me when I'm alone. She comes to me, she holds my hand when I'm crying. She comes to me, she shuts my eyes.
Get away from me. Get away from me. This isn't gonna be easy. But I don't need you. Believe me. . Yeah you got a piece of me. But it's just a little piece of me.
Sunday morning paper dated 1992. There are cowboys in my kitchen. empty bottles on the roof. I've been trying to quit these cigarettes. I've been trying to think it's true.
Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside. I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive. Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you.
Children in bloom, cookin' in the sun. Waitin' for a room of our own. Leave my sister alone. She doesn't deserve this. She is a flower and I am a flower.
All of the sudden she disappears. Just yesterday she was here. Somebody tell me if I am sleeping. Someone should be with me here. 'Cause I don't wanna be alone.