is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?

a place to rest his head in a song you'll regret

and if you had his lungs, you could breathe more

and if you had his tongue, it would mean more

you'd better say it to yourself now

i want to close my eyes

'cause you don't see

you're dreaming of someone and it's not me

i'm at the darkened hillside

and there's a haze right between the trees

and i can barely see you 

you're like an ocean in between the waves

the silence will take care of itself

but i want you and not somebody else

caught up in things we couldn't change

but this arrow's flying on its way

fortresses of stone, turn into crystal tears

soothed by southern winds; i've found my strength now

and nobody knows, and we must keep their secret

baby i've been here before

i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

i used to live alone before i knew you

you're a needle in the hay

you're the water at the door

you're a million miles away

doesn't matter anymore

the morning's on its way

you know it's only just a dream

there is a war inside my core

i hear it fight, i hear it roar 

go ahead, go ahead

lay your head where it burns

take another sip of them

it floats around and takes me over 

like a little drop of ink in a glass of water

she is re-creation

she, intoxicated by thee 

she has the slow sensation that 

he is levitating with she

well the drunken clown's still hanging 'round

but it's plain the laughter's all died down

the tears you tried so hard to hide

are flowin'

all of this can be broken

all of this can be broken

hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

father's day

and i was strong, strong in the sun

i thought i'd see when day is done




now i'm weaker than the palest blue

oh so weak in this need for you

take me somewhere i can grow

give me something let me go

tell me something i don't know

i am not my rosy self

left my roses on my shelf

take the wild ones, they're my favourites

it's the side effects that save us

sometimes i don't know where this dirty road is taking me

sometimes i don't even know the reason why

but i guess i'll keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'

well, it's easier than just waitin' 'round to die

you keep a lot of secrets

and i keep none

wish i could go back

and keep some

haven't stopped your smoking yet

so i'll share your cigarette 

just to feel it in my fingers