Oh, I recall you most of all.
The sun, the heat, the feeling in our hearts.

I sat there alone
Despondent and turning numb
Thinking of the ones who left me
And the ones I left behind.

The room should have been filled
Yet the silence proved otherwise.
I was finally and fearfully
Alone

When a hand placed an object in front of me
A shiny, silver box.
I peeked inside and just as I'd hoped
The promise of a home.

My eyes followed the hand
And rested on your face
As a smile overwhelmed mine.
You remembered.

I lept up in joy
And into your arms
Burying my face
In the warmth of your shoulder.

I held on so tightly
Wishing I could hold you tighter,
Wishing for a way
To press our bodies closer together.

The people I could not see before
Suddenly appeared before my eyes.
I smiled at their embarrassment,
Unashamed at our public embrace.

You kissed my ear so gently
Whispering to me, "I love you."
I smiled and wished to say the same.
A stirring came over my body.

And at once I woke up.

It is too late to turn back
now.

Fate
won't track you down.

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and **** ***
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is ******.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is ******
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is ******
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...

There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.