trip and toss the blame at someone else again. patience came with the sunrise but the evening got wise and chipped away mine. set down our articles of faith. sad sad good-bye to wave. i now have no more space to fit your ghosts into. does that touch you? this day you've replayed. tied up ringing in our ears i recall it all disappears when morning marches on downstairs. spirit presses for trial with little monster denials. sleeping stoned sour bones. buried in a dozen backyards this day you've replayed.

show me a wall much too high. not ready at all you tell me to climb. push and pull we all get tired. these hands too full walk away awhile. then i knew what i had to know. but it was much too late to show that i was the yawning company. morning doesn't come early. anywhere in anytime i admire you.

always in the attic dust bin. preserve the sameness of how it's been. pick, panic, and then refuse, but during a fever i improve. the more sleep the less time alone. wasting the day pounding stone. pick, panic, and then refuse, but during a fever i improve. now to season after dreaming lessens. turn the feeling into impressions. pick, panic, and then refuse, but during a fever i improve.

what a shame to fall through the floor you took time to trust. dark and bent-up rusty nails jab and can't discuss flaws in frame-work over time that have come to be. do we move away re-build or disguise where we sat to see the guilt that's rainin' and a leanin' from the gaps that were given by a lost path family? 'cause i catch the scent of free and finer strength are questions still good for me? i grew to play and love the days that mold melody into night. sparks light shinin' bright, windows open to outside, hissin' hireling improvisin'. deep in the yellow walls, paper, glue, and flies are truths i deny. a bitter little boy, another broken toy, leaned off to one side. shootin' the lonely guns of sorry ones feeding bitter bullet fears. the desperate lessons leave in decreasin' breath you breathe a cold confused batch of years. in and out over noise, this laughin' band, like therapy, is this house of music, i can't lose it but is hearin' still good for me? i grew to hurt and made a worthless while wearing shadow glaze not knowin' right or wrong or the difference between the days. so is it me or you that's being untrue? no clear room to investigate. wound so tastelessly tight with no desire to fight but if that's what it's gonna take, i'll move me away to the patient love of the sea, which in time i'll find, i found the waves explain around stoned stalemate history. i'll try patching the holes with a fragile soul - a temporary security - to stabilize these hollow eyes singin' and cryin' out of hidin' but is healing still good for me? i'll welcome the scary faces in the rooms of my places for their wiser older fortune. seeing joys and frownin' that bathe shame's stitches poundin' - sincere will carries open.

i think the birds are decaying in the wall crumbled inside the window frame of this layered wall paper room. i believe we're all as slight as rain feeding on stories that are vain and boring. i feel to resent the thieves who stole the guards and free'd the cold rain to play in our hearts i work the levers and wheels and how i run. tickled lonely song stay like shadows, shade, and friends. we fall and cross the eyes, cancel the core. when your lost in waves you may know well. i feel to resent the thieves who stole the guards and free'd the cold rain to play in our hearts again

slow night fantastic day relaxed is the smile in me today it's all about you your big loud heart ooohhhh! you give it away your belly shakes no one could make any mistake about your laugh my heart swells i close my eyes i welcome you. oh, if you'd welcome me... the sunsets and moons we both try to see your big loud heart ooohhh!