From the back of my brain
The confetti burst came
And it blew through the balls of my eyes
In a midnight as loud
As a cloud of cocaine
And horrendously swollen in size
Saw the pen press the text
Through the flesh of your neck
And the first line 'twas writ there was
And dark, dirty streams
The decay from our dreams
Leaves a black trail of grease through the snow
And is there a hotel there or is there a hole
Where our bodies all aching and aging can go
Oh, I leapt from the mountain and mid-falling down
Ran my trembling hands down your spine
'Cause you have been, are currently holy to me
And will hopefully always be mine
And 'cause you’re out on a razor line
In the storm’s scream and swirl
It’s where I saw my girl
I was pinning her straight to my side
When the devil all dinged-up and dragonfly-winged
Dropped his head in my lap and he cried
Once I spotted my man
Swooping over the sand
In the ambulance lamps of his eyes
And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands
I could tell that his world can’t be mine
And he said
1 | Westfall |
2 | For Real |
3 | Unless It's Kicks |
4 | Lost Coastlines |
5 | It Was My Season |
6 | Love To A Monster |
7 | The Valley |
8 | The President's Dead |
9 | A Stone |
10 | Black |