Mercy. I'm waiting for the sun to shine. Mercy. I'm waiting for the sun to shine. Standing here against the night. But there's beauty upon our sight. If it don't kill you it'll hurt you some.
The father can give you his words. But words are just symbols for things. And after he's gone. That's when you learn to sing. . A mother can give you her breast.
Feels like the pavement. Proud and cold. Walking feet. Walking soul. . I'm rolling out the bones. . Lay me down, let me go. I'm feeling heavy, the ground is cold.
I can't believe you're saying. That you've given to me all that you can. I can't believe you're thinking. At the top of your lungs this feels so bad. .
And I like the way it feels. To burn my soul into my heels. And I don't want to go home. . And I don't hide the scars I have. They no longer make me sad.
I get dragged by my hands. I don't want this to end. And can you tell from my face. I want you to do it again?. . You mystify me. You mystify me. And I'm all tangled up.
Lilja, I see your eyes. They are big as Northern skies. If I could afford pearls and jewels. I would give them to you. . Lilja, I touch your hair. It is wavy, long and fair.
And how's your legs?. Do you use them to walk. All over me?. How's your head?. Does it rise and fall. Intuitively?. . Smoke and pills and wine. Are waiting here for you.
Pull yourself from the room. Walk into the afternoon. Did you think you'd be. Immune to machines and perfume. . And how fast can you run?. How fast can you run?.
I'm jealous of the world. The world is jealous of me. I see the way that it turns. Dumb and beautiful. . I'm jealous of the sun. The way it shines on me.
I don't want to be. Political energy. A constant apology. Or an instrument of hurt. A hammer coming down. To pound and pound and pound. The door to your closet.
Change all the things. That draw me to you. Do me a favor once in a while. Cut your hair, wear old clothes. Stay behind my doors. . You're hard to hold.
If there's violence in your heart. Then we have something in common. Whenever we're apart. I want to break. . If the ocean's in our way. Then we'd better start quick-swimming.
Show me your favorite image. Is it gonna burn my brain?. Well, show it to me just the same. . Read me your favorite sentence. Is it gonna make me rush?.
You swim like you're on fire. live like your last day. drink like its water. there's no tommorow. And you think no one can hear you. Raise your hands to be called on.