I can hear Them playing, The devil inside from the carnival down the street. All the bleak eyes wandering through the empty crowd, looking for love or dope; something to change their perception.
You don't need to be superhuman To save someone You, my ordinary human being, Have saved me From the fear of falling By telling me I could fly all along.
the mornings rose no sun blackness are the days the moon pulling double duty everything lies in shade If the robin hadn’t wings he sings but not flies and walks on tippy toes rasping songs down low If the whales swallow the oceans the ocean now a desert of dry shells and bone If you go I’ll not have the sun covered in shade I’ll hang down low and roam a desert grave