Paint your eyes and jacket black
lose the face that's looking back
love your neighbour, but lock the door
If I know you, you will be
better than before

Strings of lights lead down the street
incandescent life's a dream
Cold, but only for an arm to keep you warm
If I know you, you're gonna
Take the world by storm

After all you're back in bed
I'm just a song stuck in your head
I'm just a name now,
And nothing to remind.
If I know you you're gonna
Leave that boy behind

I woke up and the world was white again
I wake up and I find my mind with you in boston
I woke up and the shortest day was done
I wake up I don't owe my heart to anyone

I woke up and that ******* year was dead
You're too young to be jaded was the first thing you said
I woke up and the world was wide again
I'll be looking for your face, if I ever get to boston.

The paper kept the story short
Nothing certain to report
Gave no name, but too young an age
Sad, but get on with your day

White shirt, dark tie
the nicest shoes that I could find
behave, before
Look down at the floor

Cross the street, the church is full
selfish grief and ritual
The family speak and the people cry
I have my own, I cry for mine

Drive up, hard rain
We light cheap candles, say a name
the best of us
I have not lived up
I have not lived up

Ashes
ashes
we all fall down
when that name is mine
I'm sure I will not mind

Bonfire just outside of town
stories grow as they go around
In tragedy, in war, in love
Innocence is not enough

Line up young men
One less, a friend
As if we needed an excuse
We drink down our *****

Ashes
ashes
We all fall down
I hope I'm good and through
When it's the parting glass for you

Will you take me to the ocean?
Will you hold my hand?
And will you just cut me open?
And I'll bleed out in the sand.

With a far away expression.
In a foreign land.
What a pleasure to be homesick,
Beside the wanderlust of man

Whose secrets are you keeping?
And who is keeping yours?
What demon dogs are sleeping?
In the place beneath the floors.
Whose long dead heart is beating?
With a pulse that is no more.

Change all the tenses on the verbs.
Strange all the senses goodbyelittlebird

Bears go to sleep.
Birds go south.
We put whiskey
in our mouth.

You’ve been waiting to long for a knock at the door.
A prince with a pretty glass slipper for you.
Well I’m not your prince, you’re not my stupid Cinderella

You’re not my:

Beacon in the fog,
the kiss upon my frog,
My shoe left at the ball,
the summer before the fall.
You’re not my sunshine after rain,
my kiss confused with pain
You’re not the lyric in my mind,
I couldn’t write you if I tried.

But I have still got
I have still got drinking bourbon whiskey.
I have still got time on my side.
And I have still got you.
But you…

You’re not my…

Chilly winter storm,
the only arms that could keep my warm,
You’re not the only stars at night,
you’re not my lightning in the sky.
You’re not the only love story I know,
the only one I could call my own.
You’re not the last line of my song…

The End of the Line

It’s been a long time coming, but I’m going to the end of the line.
The postcards are all pretty, but they’ve got nothing on tonight.
It’s been a long time I’ve been waiting for you to say:
Why don’t you just take me away?

I hope you miss me, ’cause I’m going to end of the line.
The morning windy so the trees could wave goodbye.
I procrastinated, I waited ‘til today
To ask you
Why don’t I just take you away?

Past the roads, over the sea,
If the tracks run out that’s where we’ll meet
If you don’t go, I don’t care,
you are with me anywhere
I don’t need you, I don’t want you,
But It’s not human flesh that haunts you
It’s ghost of eyes, ghosts of thighs,
Ghosts of all our broken:
All I know is, I am going
Far.

I’ll miss the bullfrogs, but I’m going to the end of the line.
I’ll miss your fingers frozen to mine.
I’ll miss the snow still falling down at the end of May.
Still I want to take you away.

It’s been a long time coming, but I’m going to the end of the line.
If we get a second act, it’s high time I had mine.
You won‘t see me waving, when I‘m fading into grey,
I’m just gonna take me away.

Past the road, over the sea,
When the tracks run out that’s where we’ll meet
If you don’t go, I don’t care,
you are with me anywhere
I don’t need you, I don’t want you,
But It’s not human flesh that haunts you
It’s ghost of eyes, ghosts of thighs,
Ghosts of all our long lost:
All I know is, I am going
Far.

I bet it’s been a long day
It’s too dark at five o’clock.
You did some things the wrong way
The snow. You’re cold. It’s hard to talk

But it’s only the deep.
It’s only the trees.
It’s only the rustles
Of animal feet.

If your demon is here,
would you want to know?
Just look in the places
you go that you don’t want to go.

But they look you in the eye
Tell you there’s nothing to fear.
But they don’t know what lingers
When you look in the mirror.

One curse under your breath
One curse, one worse upon your head
One curse that mangles the silence
When you lay down in your bed.

They don’t know what you are
Some crooked silhouette
They’ve seen your face, and they’ve heard your voice,
But you have never met.

Soul is never more certain,
Than bare skin in the rain,
But you know something darker still,
There is no doubt in pain.