THINGS THAT ARE GONE WILL NEVER LEAVE AGAIN
4,000 miles and days after days on rafts in the middle of the sea drifting away on rough waves in between the middle of nothing and everything, everyone said please donít go, let what will be just be, and when everyone said it wont work, then everyone else agreed. and Iíd like to tell you everything will be fine but even if we happen upon some land the bars would be closed and we're all out of whiskey. now there are holes in the sails and maps torn to parts with broken glass bottles from broken glass hearts. Send for help! Now I'd like to tell you everything would be fine, but even if we happen upon some land the bars are all closed and we're all out of whiskey Send for help!
Here is as still as the wind as still as the night falling in as still as a mushroom cloud in the horizon as still as the day break surely takes over. And way up here, they all look like toy cars, up here, I see what you donít, and way up here I found something to believe in, up here I know where I go
The street sweepers they donít sweep there anymore where one too many feet have fallen I overheard them say itís gonna get dirty anyway Should I feel bad cause I stood there too? I won't feel bad cause I stood there too.
What if what exists refuses to die and what could be refuses to be alive what if what if what exists refuses to die and what could be refuses to even try when we try, We broke every window to climb into the worlds of each other we smashed up a bus stop bench to prove that were not going anywhere we locked ourselves to bed knobs to lock down our dreams from being burnt down we climbed up to the tops of windmills and jumped off to feel what it is like to fall down when all the screams and the shouts and the words being thrown into walls to be covered up with more wet paint and when I look around I smell the smoke and hear siren sounds with the fire right under my feet and the world is still climbing up windmills to get to the top of a place they could already see but still they want to jump down again and again to feel what it is like to fall down.
ROCKS AND LOLLIPOPS
Muestra me un buen camino, suplico saber porque somos infeliz, no piensan mal del gran deseo, con cual le di la puŮulada, soŮando con espinas, por el capricho de una flor, alla quedo mi vida, y la verdad de una cancion, cuando sin lagrimas me fui
THOUGHT YELLING FIRE
She said, "that looks sharp, do you know what youíre doing?"
Iím cutting the pain away but I think itís too late. If a man incredible couldnít do it then why should I waste your day and my mistake was in holding on to you and you knew it. Thereís a fine line between me and making sense and you think it doesnít haunt me and I hurt myself so not to rape the thought of hurting someone else and you think it doesnít haunt me. Iíve forgotten how to walk and Iím drunk so ill stand and watch, the perfect part of this mess and its been so long its been so long since you knew what that meant and it feels so right to slowly drown yourself tonight and you think it doesnít haunt me well at least weíve succeeded in something.
WORST COMES TO WORST DAY
Maybe this is too much reality, for you to handle but its not for me. Maybe you should've burned it down yourself without blaming everyone else; but we have to go... right now... drop the books and the letters they cant help. We have to go right now, drop the books and the letters the clocks and the pictures, they cant help us now. Weíve made ourselves so full and so heavy that we could not lift up after all weíve been through we could not get up but right now we are ready and we can now rise up this time. It is time.