You can change your clothes
Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
These things don't change
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Like a dead man face down on the highway
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Long shot through apartment window
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
We know from our youth, how to be treated
We each know our own fate
Yeah, let's do that
Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor
Like a snake eating its own tail
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
The light within you shines like a diamond mine
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
Is an excuse for anger
How we'll be received, how we shall end
News headlines going around, you watch as they go
Oh, great by me
Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
A steam turbine, frog farm
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
Ideas swirl but don't stick
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin
Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Abstract typography, methane covenant
Metal arms outstretched
Paints her face green and mask like
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
This image I have of your face by the window
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears
Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield
Chemotherapy bullshit
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
Steam turbine, frog farm
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Frame by frame
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Always it waits in the wings
Like an unarmed walrus
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us
These are the days when I hate the world
And then I hate myself for realizing that
And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin
They're all whispering, shake some leaves
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
