Living alone, body shaking. Cars outside they're singing their songs. The candles wave and I get to thinking. How people see things and deal with them in different ways.
It's just a thing with you. A spacious place. Infinite. Dangerous. Promising. Black with white. This night. Years of tears, emotion. Held like so... inside.
Fill my head with your nonsense. You can breathe my breath till I turn red. Close your eyes, try to follow me. If you close your eyes, you can become me.
Lookin' at the world go, trying to understand. Electric wind blowin' like a demon fan. Or a symphony of hatred blowin' angst. Off an immaculate stage.
This man may have a shit load to prove. He's got to settle a score against the groove. Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain. Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain.
Not yet sonic. But I'd like to reach the point. Where I can say. Yes I am. But it always seems to be. About sensibilities. And not who's listening. No I'm not quite sonic.
Shades of gray hate influence. A constant truth put into effect. The question on a dead friends face. The tragic stance he used to take. Pissed away by circumstance.
A chair in the corner. One leg broken. And a whisper in the hall. There's frustration. Another walk around the room. A loss of direction. Before the start.
Feel heavy. Once felt it hard. . Question an answer. For a thousand days. Give birth to the earth. Then let it drift away. . Open and flow. Just swinging forever.
I'm barefoot, I'm bristling. Solitude on my rooftop, solid. Like there's no more stars. Staring at me. . Who's out there?. I can see the girl. Across the way.
Snowin' in July. My girl's mouth on my toes. Complainin' old ghosts. In bedsheets of love. . Christmas in my legs. A strange start to summer. But I gave it all up.