they had a white face they had black eyes they had burns all over their bodies they had love for my revulsion and they kissed away my repulsion they had a white face and black eyes the father came from across the sea to rescue, rescue to rescue me he said "if you spend all your heart on something that has died you are not alive and that can't be your life" love what you can love what you can til it dies then let it lie let it fly away he had a white face he had black eyes he had burn all over his body and he was right

call me free today if you see it my way time on my side as well as my mind is it's not with you for sure no, not anymore i intend to stay away for good just a matter how I define my state of mind today is a good day without your company i have so many holes to fill at least seven nights a week killing time i still feel fine, i guess my life was a mess when i shared it with you i was lonely now, i'm just alone just a matter how I define my state of mind today is a good day just a scratch on my ego i get up in the morning if we could plan tomorrow i'll be keeping my mind cold until the evening when the hours forget me and the waiting awakes me and the voices of madness from my subconscious singing songs of sadness today is a good day

long as it's raining, you might as well stay. sit on the carpet, sippin on chamomile, tell me your day. i know it's hard but, at least try to explain you woke up feeling older, disenchanted with the music you play catastrophically older, numb to the magic of holidays. well i'll tell you i woke up euphoric, barely retaining the unified theory of basically everything wandered all day, with no one to tell i'm afraid if i sleep that i might not remember it. it'll send me back over the falls but what with the heartbreak and healing i can't say it's anyone's fault oh well i know you're tired, and losing your faith one last quest to find love, prove to us all its still worth the wait sit by bodies of water, and confide in the rain i used to be scared, begging for answers or truths i could hold but trust me, it's moments like this that remind me there's no need to know.

and so it is just like you said it would be life goes easy on me most of the time and so it is the shorter story no love, no glory no hero in her sky i can't take my eyes off of you and so it is just like you said it should be we'll both forget the breeze most of the time and so it is the colder water the blower's daughter the pupil in denial i can't take my eyes off of you did i say that i loathe you? did i say that i want to leave it all behind? i can't take my mind off of you

so this is love so this is what makes life divine i'm all aglow and now i know the key to all heaven is mine my heart has wings and i can fly i'll touch every star in the sky so this is the miracle that i've been dreaming of so that was love it was great it was grand then it sucks when it ends but so what you'll learn to be better on your own and think about what you did wrong take those lessons and apply them to the next time your dumb heart sings that song the one that makes you think 'so this is love'

thought i saw someone brought to life. they were warm, they came around like they were dignified and showed me what it was to cry. well you couldn't be the person i adored. you don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for. i don't know 'em anymore. there's nothin' where we used to lie. conversation has run dry. that's what's going on; nothing's fine, i'm torn. i'm all out of faith. this is how i feel, i'm cold and i am shamed lying naked on the floor. illusion never changed into something real. wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn. you're a little late, i'm already torn. so i guess the fortune teller's right; i should have seen just what was there and not some holy light. but you crawled beneath my veins and now i don't care, i have no luck. i don't miss it all that much. there's just so many things that i can't touch, i'm torn. there's nothing where we used to lie my inspiration has run dry and that's what is goin' on nothin's right, i'm torn i'm all out of faith. this is how i feel, i'm cold and i'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor. you're a little late, i'm already torn.

boy, could you hear out of the silence my humming like a silhouette, your breathing like the horizon? boy, could you see those angels fly guiding our car on the interstate? your drunk hand in mine boy, i held the years in my hand still looking out for you when you are around where are you now? now you're far, far far out boy, how could i know if we could ever be anything else? oh, anything but what we are just let it be, i need the rest cause i want it to be anything else cause boy, you are pulling, pulling apart pulling at my heart boy, i held the years in my heart still looking out for you when you are around where are you now? now you're far, far far far out

there's a theory i got cookin' about the way the body moves geography as introspection or a section of the truth if every mountain is a person and i am sitting in the car where everything's a part of movement we've been moving far apart and i’m thinking about the way you hold your arms yeah every little landscape breaks my heart back in ‘95, mom and dad were screaming and you were leaving out the back door of your mind you said you're reading signs, you ask "what kind of dreaming leads you down rabbit holes where rabbits die?" so then we made a pact, you taught me mathematics and it was my job just to make you laugh to tie some strings around our hands and every little landscape breaks apart ten years later at the Holiday Inn breakfast i started crying, oh man i was surprised i called and said “i’m sick, this is it, i inherited something i can’t deny” you said “maybe you did, you gotta deal with it” you will lean on me when you’re losin sleep i’ll lean on you when i have those dreams where every little landscape breaks apart breaks apart yeah some things, they come together yeah some things don’t always get so dark yeah some things, they come together is there a way to fix up the ground and make it come together make some things never get so dark yeah some things, they come together is there a way to fix up the ground to the way it was to write Eloise in the dust to be everything all at once to be everything to everyone well i don't quite want to make it work in every doctor there's an urge to hurt in every glass of water there's a speck of dirt in every cobweb something lies inert well i don't quite want to make it work so here i am now in this dirty shirt i’m cooking dinner in this dirty shirt thinking "is this existence in this dirty shirt?" yeah is this existing? i’m gonna make it work

i will always think of you i see your face when each day’s through and days go past, oh so fast but memories, they last summer, winter, year by year by year i’ll hear the song inside my ear trying to restart and be smart but thoughts of you haunt my heart well i kinda wanna be alone now just biding my time keep thinkin i need something to heal me when in the end i know i’ll be fine spring and autumn, up and down i keep trying to escape this town and i just might, i’ll take flight maybe tomorrow, not tonight

eat rye straw. leave, withdraw. drink ink tea, stay with me. fame, stay shy by way of why. wait, lie low - old ones' odd odes. read, read on. read, read on. breathe, be calm. you’re gone, gone on. it's strange to see how time agrees to slow down for owls with knees. read, read on. read, read on. breathe, be calm. you’re gone, gone on.