You were crying in the night and I could hear you
and I could see your slender body shake and tremble
and there was nothing I could think to say or do to make you see
it's something wrong in me that makes me have to leave
And what I would give to be quiet beside you
with the window open, a record playing low
to feel your skin between the clean bed linens
inside a room where sadness never goes
We were kissing in the kitchen, I was listening
to the coffee and the bacon drip and sizzle
there was flour on my hands from the biscuits in the pan
and I was happier than I thought I could be
Then I woke up on the road, my head was killing
remembering some shit I read in Milton
how the mind is a place unto itself and in it
makes a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven
What I would give to be quiet beside you
with the window open, a record playing low
to feel your skin between the clean bed linens
inside a room where sadness never goes
1 | Wyoming |
2 | Dog Eaten |
3 | Swannanoa |
4 | On the Day |
5 | Bird of Song |
6 | How Will I Call You |
7 | Short Hair |
8 | Cannibal |
9 | Fake Heat |