Nov 2012
Table-top nights with whatever I got in front of me
What you want is all you gotta' do
To be free here is as simple as 1,3,2
Let's be here together baby, just me and you
Running out of time an' the drug store's out of stock
Life is a worry as hard as a rock
The neighbor's are running all through the block
Take my hand baby, there's no time to talk
Angel's through peep windows see my face
Watching me without an ounce of disgrace
I've seen my maker clad in iron, gold, and chains
No reason to go back, oh Lord I've been changed
Red sin painted across my face with a child's magic marker
Just cause' a missiles launched doesn't meant it has a target
Ladies are out tonight, with their high heels and their short skirts
See how they strut along 8th avenue
Smoke filled souls with only the hotels as their home
Eighteen years old Rimbaud burned his own photograph
Boats turned their sails as the seismic charts laughed
Crumbling within the own confines of my manic mind
I see the road to peace and feel my feet turn the other way
Conflict is the root of all human suffering with a gamble and a chance
Unfortunately you can't walk away or get a ticket advance
Pine needles underneath my feet and the sun above me
What I'm supposed to be is still an impenetrable mystery
Each beer I pull back is just another to add to the stack
Much like these pages that lay around me all covered in black
But still the blood pours over the desperate snow covered concrete
I spread my wings as I rise to a heaven that is unknown to me
Let the wind wet my eyes and my feet touch upon the tower
As I gain what I've searched for after all these long hours
Every tale I hear is clad in another man's words
There once was a time where we dealt with troubles
In honored offerings and shining sword
Hiding in the holes of timidity and cowardice
We replace words of honor with showering doubt
A rain is coming and not everyone is wearing a coat
Who will we forget after the storm has hit?
Will there be a candle still standing to be lit?
I whimper in the shadows as I search for scraps of food
Among the rats and the ****, I am now one of them
I was something old then, I am now something quite new
Too the depths I will search
Underneath the queen of hearts
And the king of swords
We all have the power
Of seeking something else
And to gain a bit more
Take your heart
And aim it to the rising dawn
Where the gentle does and fawns
Press their noses
To the morning dew wet with song
What you want is all you gotta' do
To be free here is as simple as 1,3,2
Let's be here together baby, just me and you
Running out of time an' the drug store's out of stock
Life is a worry as hard as a rock
The neighbor's are running all through the block
Take my hand baby, there's no time to talk
Angel's through peep windows see my face
Watching me without an ounce of disgrace
I've seen my maker clad in iron, gold, and chains
No reason to go back, oh Lord I've been changed
Red sin painted across my face with a child's magic marker
Just cause' a missiles launched doesn't meant it has a target
Ladies are out tonight, with their high heels and their short skirts
See how they strut along 8th avenue
Smoke filled souls with only the hotels as their home
Eighteen years old Rimbaud burned his own photograph
Boats turned their sails as the seismic charts laughed
Crumbling within the own confines of my manic mind
I see the road to peace and feel my feet turn the other way
Conflict is the root of all human suffering with a gamble and a chance
Unfortunately you can't walk away or get a ticket advance
Pine needles underneath my feet and the sun above me
What I'm supposed to be is still an impenetrable mystery
Each beer I pull back is just another to add to the stack
Much like these pages that lay around me all covered in black
But still the blood pours over the desperate snow covered concrete
I spread my wings as I rise to a heaven that is unknown to me
Let the wind wet my eyes and my feet touch upon the tower
As I gain what I've searched for after all these long hours
Every tale I hear is clad in another man's words
There once was a time where we dealt with troubles
In honored offerings and shining sword
Hiding in the holes of timidity and cowardice
We replace words of honor with showering doubt
A rain is coming and not everyone is wearing a coat
Who will we forget after the storm has hit?
Will there be a candle still standing to be lit?
I whimper in the shadows as I search for scraps of food
Among the rats and the ****, I am now one of them
I was something old then, I am now something quite new
Too the depths I will search
Underneath the queen of hearts
And the king of swords
We all have the power
Of seeking something else
And to gain a bit more
Take your heart
And aim it to the rising dawn
Where the gentle does and fawns
Press their noses
To the morning dew wet with song
