I spend as I can
While nothing in my hand
                Give me an out
It wasn't meant to be this way
It's cold most every day
                Give me an out
I starve if I must
In a life where not is just
                Give me an out
           Give me an out
      Give me relief
Give me some peace

I stand when I can
I fall on demand
              Give me an out
                         Save me from myself
              Give me an out
              Give me an out
              Give me an up
              Give me an out
I know what is right
I fail to keep the fight
              Give me an out
A reason
Anything

Lay down
With the summer slowly rising
And the sun finding horizon
It is only
That the seasons change too quickly

Rest your weary head
My love
Rest
And be assured
That I will love you
With veins that cause the rivers
When the drownings all in vain

Lay down
It was only the longest night
It was only the hardest fight
It is only
That these fleeting dreams escape you

Rest your weary head
My sweet
Rest
And know it true
That I will love you

Tooth of a dog
Sign of the ram
Forced to walk as I am
Broken
History

Cobblestone

No longer bleeding into gardens
Overflowing Rhododendron
I wish I were
Where the flowers bloom

Eye of the goat
Horn of the bull
Made to walk as I've become
Damaged
Future

Concrete

Finding parking lots and empty streets
Where I can bleed
I wish I were
Where the flowers bloom

Bitter imagination
I know the wheels on Mendicino avenue
The saint of the rose
Where she goes alone
Only hours behind where the sun goes to set
Grown so tired
And each irrelevant question
Interminable problem
Becomes a fear hard-cast in stone
And even the weightless
Is too heavy to bear
Life is a battle
The world spins rounds of ammunition
The man pains to bring peace
To that city far west of the place I stand

There are no flowers in the desert
Only fruitless land
Barren, dry
And beautiful

With my destruction
Once the boral terracotta
Sinks below the the rising sea

My roots have known
Long before the leaves
There is no sun left for me

And blonde is the only color I see
Not these black and starving nights
Not these screaming banshees white

Halfway inbetween
Cantilever bridge
When I want to turn back

My eyes have known
Only a little of the light
The morning brings

When I'm cured of my disease
I no longer need to fight
And blonde is the only color

Deny my blood
And I was only bleeding for you
Maybe in time
My heart not anachronistic

These seeds
Don't ever sew
Won't ever grow
Won't ever know
Be fine

Too locked in my own mind
To deal

...

And what of the past
A rich tapestry of multicolored denial
I don't know if I bled
But I feel like I did

These roots
That don't unfold
That don't take hold
Story untold
Be fine

Too trapped in my own design
To live

We wake up every morning and look to the west
Our ritual
Would that maybe the future be much brighter
Than the past
I don't know much more than supposed to be
I wouldn't
Dare to guess

I know the ocean is much deeper
I've seen beneath the surface
And drowning sailors
And ocean floors

We wake up in the morning and search for what's right
Nothing is
We only ever wait for the day the sun doesn't rise
May tomorrow
Fare the well

I know the seas that stand between us grow
And inbetween us only storms
And brutal squalls all raging
And ocean floors

I know I