she always said
"there is something healing in darkness
it somehow shields me from the fray
i’m only full within my emptiness
that’s just my way. that’s just my way."

and i’m reminded of the days
i sat alone in coffeehouses
reading jung
and drinking klimt in through the eyes
i asked those diamonds from the past
to make their monstrous music louder
make me naked, make me strong
take away incessant longing after longing

she always said
"my last breath is coming soon
don’t think i’ll last another day.
i can’t sit around here waiting for the morning
it’s just my way. it’s just my way"

and i’m reminded of the days
i walked alone in midnight madness
blessing ice and snow
and cracks within the pavement
begging diamonds from the past
to make their monstrous music louder
make me naked, make me strong
take away incessant longing after longing


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i didn’t know nothing ’bout love
until you came along
i didn’t know nothing bout loving
until you sang your song
look what you done for me

you gave me a reason
to smile everyday
for every season,
for joy and dismay

you made me believe
that the moon was my own
and as long as she’s shining
i’m never alone

see i didn’t know nothing ’bout love
until you came along
I didn’t know nothing bout loving
until you sang your song
said i didn’t know nothing bout love
until you came along
i didn’t know nothing bout loving…

now i know that every shadow
under the stars
is a blessing
get used to it.


everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is a chance
to right a thousand wrongs

every lifetime tells another possibility
every wrinkle in time shows a future memory
every lifeline holds a new reality
every star shines on another version of me

will i be a pot head?
would i be better off dead?
would i use a gun or a knife?
will i be a hot head?
would you hear a word i said?
will i be a man to raise a hand to my wife?

will i be blind?
will i be kind?
will i find i can move mountains with my mind?
will i know myself a child of god and love
will that be enough?

see every heartbeat is just another possibility
every sunrise saves me from obscurity
everyday.

everyday in my house
is like a thousand songs
and every heartbeat is my chance
to find where i belong

every place i wait in the belly of futility
but every song becomes my own private litany

will i have a nice ride?
would i make a beautiful bride?
will i earn more than minimum wage?
would i let myself decide
when it’s time to eat my pride?
will i be reincarnated a sage?

will i just be ordinary?
or would that be too scary?
will i let the church choose who i wed?
will i bleed? will i burn?
will i notice my turn? and will i take it?
everyday


It’s 6 am again and i’m trying to get all of it down
I’m waking up again to the frequence in this sequence of sound
And true to the waters below my river runs more quick when its hot
But I take it minute by minute just to handle what’s in it
Catch the angle to untangle the knot

All I ever get to say doesn’t matter anyway
Perfect little make believe took me to the heaven on the sea
All I ever want to say doesn’t matter anyway
Perfect little make believe made it so I took you into me

Chorus
You fill my cup (I could fill your garden)
And it wets the floor (I could fill your garden)
You fill my cup (I could fill your garden)
Doesn’t hurt anymore (I could fill your garden)

It’s 6 am again and the black dots buzz
In my head I’m waking up again to the
quaking and the breaking of bread
Cause true to the waters below
my river runs more quick when its hot

Still I take it minute by minute, got to handle what’s in it
Let the current show me what i got

All I ever had to say doesn’t matter anyway

Perfect little make believe, couldn’t see the forest for the trees
All I ever had to say doesn’t matter anyway
Perfect little make believe, all I ever wanted was to breathe
(inhale, exhale)

Chorus


Fly

i am the eagle who glides on the wind
touching down briefly in someone’s back yard
only a glimpse of me ever remains
and my home is ever so far
so i must fly

i look to the moon when the daylight is lost
she is my pardon, she is my rest
taking the carnage of my daily bread
can leave me discouraged at best
but i am so high

and there are those who still sing in the hills
sacred heart secretly raging for more
tearing away at our mis-shapen will
making the lesson the art
so i will sing

i hear there’s freedom lying within
that’s what they tell me, that’s what i’m told
reaching for wisdom is one way to go
different direction than most
but i am free