Strange things are happening everyday. I hear the music up above my head. Though the side of my heart has left me again. I hear music up above. . Secrets are written in the sky.
I left my conscience like a crying child. Locked the door behind me put the pain on file. Broken like a window I see my blindness now. . I need love. Not some sentimental prison.
Big numbers go by, I close my eyes. I never count a large amount. My lucky number is below one. You never know when you might need a zero. . The zero in my hand is nothing to lose.
I walked to the edge. Stood over breaking ground to hear your voice. As the earth gives out under. My soul feels like a stone. It feels like a star. (As Rilke might have said).
In a white room, in a white head. In a cobweb of enterprise. Where the dreams sleep and fears keep. . That's where the colors don't go. That's where the colors don't show.
Lucky, you were weak. Giving in was your escape. We only had one chance to say no. But it's too late. . Take me out the back alley. Blind and struck by a star.
We don't want lives of steel. We don't want hearts that feel. We want to live above it all. I feel you closing in a target on my skin. I think you'll be there when I fall.
Silence and rage. The scars of a daughter. He gave me the knife. I held it in deep water. . Together we make the perfect question. There's never enough to go around.
I can't hide the truth from you. In a closet of some kindness. Time will sharpen it's blade. And it will cut you when you find it. I wish that I could lie to you baby.
What do I do when I want to. Be as close as I can get to you. . I feel like a cruel girl. Saying both yes and no. I want you to want me. I need to trust you though.
Black Niagara. Of control spilling down to culture mock. You can tell me. Feet will land on the ground, safe and walk. . Tripping over gravity. Missing logic.
The turning from light to shadows. From burning to indifference. The turning of heart to granite. Of steel hopes to molten fear. . And when it turns on me.
Shotgun alleys with lightning flowers. Under the eyes of fallen statues. Dry blood they've never seen. . Pain is sharper when I suspect. The true love runs looking for us.
Pulling the trigger. A shot would fire then he'd wake. To red lips above him smeared. With scorn and stale restraint. . She covered him with pity. Like a snake about to strike.
Now that I've worn out, I've worn out the world. I'm on my knees in fascination looking through the night. And the moons never seen me before. But I'm reflecting light.
Building cage I can only study the blame. I can think of a word for myself but no name. Question darts throw me to the dogs of progress. But they run from what really matters.
We lock the hurricane indoors. Looking for shelter, we deny and ignore. Afraid that our words bring clouds we talk in code. The thunder of cruel perfection covers love and we're cold.
Look at how they've washed your brain. Down the info TV drain. You're back before you ever came. To find out what you need. . You try too hard, you try too soft.
My T.V. doesn't listen when I give it pieces of my mind. It keeps making everything the same size. Pain is pleasure when it's televised. . Plastic is forever.
Help is coming, help is coming. One day late, one day late. After you've given up and all is gone. Help is coming one day late. . Help is coming, help is coming.