A sliver of across the blue Lord knows I don't what the hell's the use of the midday moon You to my arms too goddamn soon Lord knows I don't know what to do you and the midday moon
This is to say taken everything away Every step we made fit into six Pick-ups drawing dust the driveway
The muddy cavalcade at half past eight Collecting everything in grassy bank And every trace of you was too And what was once a womb is a hollow room
It was a day That that makes me hate L.A. God gave them a perfect sun And they think gangs and smog were a fair trade
They breathe or flinch Or even blink at how the will shift When the wind across the meager ridge And kicks the weeds a bit to make as if the lea is a sea of waves
They say you can't death Maybe just a shortness of breath Or no pains in your A disease we agree we ain't cured yet
Forgive me I never thought we'd end up here From ["sweet dreams"] in your ear Before a long sleep so cold and clear
A of chalk across the blue Lord knows I don't know what the hell's the use of the midday You came to my too goddamn soon Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the moon
I've been told that we die we pass onto the other side there's no bright light, no light. is just a pasture gate that opens by lifting a plank To just life, just more life
I met an old man, sun-tanned, by Jesus And the light that passed through stain glassed He clutched a rosary flat to his And confessed he ready for death
I seen an iron eyed firefly, femme Too vain to explain how her hair out Lusting for the next thing to her shame She doesn't want to live forever, but scared to fade away
This is how they to me, one at a time Pilgrims to my building on the ground All they wanted was an answer and I could never let 'em I couldn't promise them forever but I could buy a lot of
You Jeanvieve, you were the Whispering wishes in cotton Quebeois I wonder if the ever felt he botched the flock But never had the mettle to the world stop Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
[I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the never had the mettle to make the world stop] Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
[I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the flockBut never had the mettle to the world stop] Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
A sliver of across the blue Lord knows I don't know what the hell's the use of the midday You came to my too goddamn soon Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the moon
A sliver of chalk the blue Lord knows I don't know the hell's the use of the midday moon You came to my arms too goddamn Lord I don't know what to do with you and the midday moon