I’d rather keep the fire and the frenzy out of my mind




The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.




In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.

I've been one poor correspondent, and I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind




Caught her eyes... cauterized?






Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps
Headed vaguely eastward sun in my eyes
And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall
And I laugh to myself, and look up at the skies
And then I think I hear angels in my ears
Like marbles being thrown against a mirror






Next year we will live in the country
With our money, by day the sky builds
Doing our laundry and renting us some random machines
Getting our religion and sex on the TV
Assumptions made simply to get away
Everyone old is already with me
On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company
And in their picture frames there you and I will be







Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are
I turn to lie down but sleep stays far
I'm just an echo of the song going through my head
The light behides the ghost
But I'm the one that's dead
And I think of who you be
When you're here with me
Maybe it's a spiritual disease
Sliding through shoots of oblivion into infinity
Back into our maker's hands
No more rain or controversy









I know you're always alone
Looking for someone, a home
Don't wait for me
I'll be all right
In the ocean of your mind

I know I've seen better days
Walking through life like a maze
But I can see
You'll be alright
In the ocean of my mind































You're the shaded sun
You're daddy's broken gun
You're the loneliest moon
You are a butterfly dreaming about your cocoon
You're the only sound when I am blind
So I label you mine















Lying on a killing floor
With a frozen spine
Back to where I was before
Only worse this time
I know that you might not feel the way I do
Still I hope you're going to come around
I've been locked up with my shadow
Bouncing off these crazy walls
Surrounded by all kinds of darkness
Praying for a light to fall
So if forgiveness avoids you
And all your love is soft like clay
I hope you will think to call me
You know I would be on my way








If I hold you now will I be holding a snowball
When the season changes and I'm craving the sun?