The sky is too high to paint tonight. The wind is too strong to hold on to. I climb on your roof and call out your name. Somebody stole my silver shoes.
I was a slick Midwestern gal. On the long hard road in Southern Cal. Didn't find any crime. In filling up all my time. I had the devil in my bones. And an angel on my mind.
I did not fall when you found me I was face down. My confidence small pushed off the merry go round. Wishes and horses and all the kings' men. Could not put my heart back together again.
I believe. If I Look hard enough. I will see. That there can be enough. And I believe. I can think clear enough,. To conceive. A place where there's enough.
Dreaming from the bottom of the well. We're curled up in the corner of our cell. Freedom is just a story that we tell. I say: "Give me liberty or give me hell".
What did you want. how could i guess. you wanted more. i gave you less. a miracle is all i need. a bush to burn. a stone to bleed. Walking on water. water to wine.