I've been staring at the minus signs
In the mercury towns
Near the bridge where the venuses sing their siren song
You found wounded love in negligees
Now these coal trains push through your pinprick eyes
With the carton teeth
Chewing the filters


And the corkscrew eye child
By the side of the ridge
Left there to eat the skin of his mouth to survive
And the man from the corner growls
The disease has been passed along
He'll be fine but
Good'll never be good enough

I am the crashing sea
To your senseless moon
I follow where you lead
I follow where you lead

Threads tie them selfs in circles
For that bittersweet seldom
Of being loved by one

And the fruitless trees
That will never spit out the leaves
Little people hanging
For the sole reason
Of being let down

What more is to life then that?
What more is there?