who will be my sexual equal?
And I sat watching a flower
As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
So please forgive what I have done
No you can't stay mad at the setting sun
Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but sleep
I wrote this for a baby
Who has yet to be born
I hope that womb's not too warm
Cause it's cold out here
And it'll be quite a shock
To breathe this air
To discover loss
So I'd like to make some changes
Before you arive
So when your new eyes meet mine
They won't see no lies
Just love.
Just love.
bright eyes, how are you so amazing?
Well morning came
And it dressed the sky
In a lovely yellow gown
Like songs are born from sound
And the apple fell
And it taught us all
We are chained here to the ground
So, I mean, here we go
But there ain't no escape
No, these streets they're just dead ends
When you stare into the sky
You'd never understand
The motion of a hand waving you goodbye
"Bye bye"
But as the story goes
or it is often told
A new day will arise
And on a grassy hill
the lion will
lay down with the lamb
And I won't ever be lonely again
But until that time
I think I had better find
some disbelief to suspend
Cause I don't want to feel like this again
tell me what you wanted to hear let me do the right thing let me do the wrong thing and if it's ever this clear i will only say it once just let me turn the amps way up so you can hear nothing and if i die tonight then i guess i die tonight let me go on just say what you wanted to sayi cannot stand these talks dear
they only get us nowhere t's never resolved we only run around you wanna tell me anyone could be just like me if it's a different time and a different place to be you would go on
Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun is just going to drop if it's night you demand.
But once we are gone,
who is gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer is going to come
and it's gonna cloud our eyes again.
There is not need to focus when there is nothing that it worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
but now you can't even recall any of the names, faces, or lines.
So close to dying that I finally can start living.
carpe diem
