the story is swaying I hear what you're saying but haven't been paying attention here I'm hanging back leaning and you still come swinging 'cause you hate the ringing scream in your ear down, you are always in my way of reaching out tripped up by your hand you bring me down heed this one suggestion don't point and ask questions if your own confession is eating you if my heart would harden would you pay my pardon then maybe your garden needs weeding, too |
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the picture slowed your face exploded all the words you said that took my breath and then you left me lying here for dead the trigger tripped the bullet ripped that shook me wide awake black smoke below a bright red glow eyes burning body ache your words unkind burn in my mind trying to erase the ringing in my ears the heat melted my face I felt the shock from here cold-blooded gush filled with disgust I did not wish to hear the rage resist unclench my fist I wasn't seeing clear uneasy view remember you sidestep pretending and acting though you didn't know unhappy ending |
when I realized the silence it was just a day before I knew became a season you had been away clear your head for just a moment listen from your bed once again you'll hear the music over your head wake from your sleep see all you had is still here take what you need leave everything you don't there even though the colors fade the flower isn't dead come aware and fix your eyes on the way ahead should the tide that broke your step come around again I will still be waiting here when your season ends |
you take one like the other and try to make the two connect then drag your shame out from the corner and ask me for respect I'm understanding your position even less than you'd expect you paved your own way there, so don't take me that direction don't want to see my shadow the road too unfamiliar I'd never want to go even with the growing few that march in your parade I know better as you should this isn't nature's way and I will never change my answer no matter what you say you made your own way there, so |
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at the hotdog stand in the dust there was this guy that looked just like Elvis with a thinner younger face he asked me for my order I gave him my six quarters and had him shake me up a lemonade and if I recall right it was just a bit light on the sugary side but I drank it anyway I thought that I had plenty too soon my cup was empty I felt the plenty dripping from my face experiencing brain chill I gave him my last five bill I got another with a lot of change |
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reach to take hold of the air to breathe it's too difficult to I wither and suffocate fall to my knees when I can't get enough you I raised my eyes to where I thought the sky should be whispered your name again then you were all around me emptiness holds me and I can't wait hop- ing to break through let go the things that just can't fill the need I could never compare you |
out from beneath an ever growing pile of written policies the ugly man will bear his ignorance and threaten peace we did not end division we only moved the line it's still a dream to live in a place for every kind the members changed and so we moved the game piece right back to the start because the rules came from top down but didn't reach the heart |
close my eyes I don't want to see the world falling down around me if I shut my eyes tight then everything looks right I open up and see decay close fast social clouds roll away |
an image still just in my mind that resembles me no caption fills the pic- ture yet that I wait to seen but you already bring the smile just thinking soon we'll walk a while there's so much to be seen and so much so be learned a seed beneath but growing still |