here (cause I don't wanna be alone) I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand and I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult What a big baby won
Get away from me this isn't gonna be easy but I don't need you believe me you got a piece of me but it's just a little piece of me and I don't need anyone
She is trapped inside a month of grey And they take a little every day She is a victim of her own responses Shackled to a heart that wants to settle
I took the cannonball down to the ocean across the desert from the sea to shining sea I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation Fifty million feet
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances
slipped in between But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see Just you and me So why'd you come home to this sleepless town It's a
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who would
a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-
Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street Cross the water and home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty
she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
My friend implores me " for one time only, make an exception." I am not not worried Wrap her up in a package of lies Send her off to a coconut island
just a dream dream dream I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows One
Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside And I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive Well I heard you let somebody get their fingers
"I gotta rush away," she said, "I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling doesn't make the rain fall" No big differences these
Children in bloom cooking in the sun waiting for a room of our own leave my sister alone she don't deserve this she is a flower and i am a flower and
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls All at once you look across a crowded room To see the way that light attaches to a girl