In a language that we’ve yet to translateĭown at the diner the children aren’t waiting for nighttime Through busted fences hounds howl on both sides To make from your nightmares the night timeĪnd you’ll believe one thousand days before you dieĪnd there’s something they are trying to say Well don’t cry because it’s only the last part of lifeĪnd it will happen to you like it happened to meĪnd you will be with those angels in disguisesĬleverly holding their hands over your eyes On everybody that you loved when you were alive”.Įven if I was removed from our time and died? Realize, now realize that you were only walking light I saw the line between sleeping and death as I stepped over itĪnd I dreamed of an auditorium surrounding meĪnd I believed I heard their voices in my mind say No, you don’t believe every stupid thing.īut I breathed in the smoke regardless of my room as it burned Your cares and your worries fall down to the street Not for the life of me could I envision a scene more sweetīut I guess things seem more important up forty stories When it came my time, I saw the one of me She took polaroids of every boy she’d ever hadĪnd she laid them out on the floor of her bedroom What their names are, where they come from It must get hard to keep track of everyone Towering scraps of somethings someone someday throws away ‘Til you find yourself found with the graves in the groundīut it’s only the sound of your joy coming down.Īnd put that sewn-on patch to denim jacketĪnd when your lives collide in dull crescendo I think you’re better than anything under the sun You know that you are both the love note caught in my throat The birds will return soon to bend ‘round your bedroom They only say things so that something gets said The words hang like diamonds with music inside them
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