Why am I walking barefoot. Upon this road with no one around. I close my eyes to this decision. The night's like coffee to my tongue. Like waking up without a sound.
Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger. Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn. Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane.
Little child, be not afraid. Though rain pounds harshly against the glass. Like an unwanted stranger. There is no danger. I am here tonight. . Little child, be not afraid.
Little child, be not afraid. The rain pounds harsh against the glass. Like an unwanted stranger. There is no danger. I am here tonight. . Little child.
She's holding a secret that she'll never tell,. She's holding a secret that she'll never tell,. Because the myth is not supposed to retire. We'd rather it lit itself on fire,.
Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze. Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days. Well it's all too perfect. Time to look back at us now.
In another life. You and I. worked West Virginia coal mines. Side by side. Collecting the black dust like sin. The day the main shaft caved in. I caught your eye.
I don't feel so well.. I thought that you should know. I thought that you should know. That I don't feel so well. I thought that you should know. Before you fall.
We're here where the daylight begins. The fog on the streetlight slowly thins. Water on water's the way. The safety of shoreline fading away. . Sail your sea.
Oh girl you think you got time. You're gonna get 'round to it way down the line. But one step, two step, you fall behind. So you better have a good plan.
Feather moon. Scarlet sky. Living clouds. My blinded eye. Waters black. Wood in snow. Dead of night. How bright you glow. . Chorus (x4):. Breathe in, breathe out.
Strange how you know inside me. I measure the time and I stand amazed. Strange how I know inside you. My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze.
I'm at your back door. With the earth of a hundred nations in my skin. You wouldn't recognize me. For the light in my eyes is strange. It was years ago, god knows.
Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall. Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all. How sweet is the day. I'm craving a darkness.
Once when I was thirty-one. I woke in the dead of night. And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside. Slipped downstairs in my bare feet. Soon forgotten freezing.
Well it's you and it's me. Me with a drink in my hand. The ice is tinkling like a wind chime. And late afternoon settles over the land. And you're talking about things.
Me and my baby on a February holiday. 'Cause we got the news. Yeah we got the news. 500 miles and we're gonna make it all the way. We got nothing to lose.
We are not together here. Though we lie entwined. To make room for the other presence. We both draw back in our minds. I have a prophecy. Threatening to spill into words.
Blue blue caravan, winding down to the valley of lights. My true love is a man who would hold me for ten thousand nights. In the wild wild wailing of wind, he's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.
Oh my god. What have I done. Chasing some mirage in my Mojave sun. Don't say every chance is lost,. Please don't say anything at all. . In sand and thorns.