- Becoming a Jackal:
- Never once the same, always rearranged, but things would never change in the scene between the window frame
- But when the morning came, you would catch me at the window again, in an eyes wide open sleeping state, staring into space, with no look upon my face
- Released from your shackles, I danced with the jackals and learned a new way to move
- Home:
- The night's synthetic half-light rolls over your steering wheel, I'm closing my eyes just for a while (can you call me when we're almost halfway)
- A saint is chasing a snake for everybody's sake
- Will you wake me when we're almost halfway, I don't wanna take this trip alone cause I'd never reach my home
- I Saw the Dead:
- It's something we're missing darling, so let's wander instead
- Pieces:
- And there are things that I could tell you, but they'll never come out the right way, and there are sides that I could show you, but they'll never come out the right way
- Set the Tigers Free:
- True love feeds on absences like pleasure feeds on pain
- No matter where I'm standing I still love you all the same, and I hope you feel the same way when its your turn to disappear
- Ship of Promises:
- So a change is never an end, cause this is happening all over again
- But I'll meet you in between what I say and what I mean
- That Day:
- He lies awake in his bed every night devising ways to conceal the strain, she never tells of her midnight fears or admits that she does the same, they never meet, never touch, never speak and for one tired old refrain
- The Meaning of the Ritual:
- My love is selfish how it separates the earth, it takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt
- But my love is selfish, and remembers everything, like the first time it was moved enough to sing
- The Pact:
- The angels are singing, words written for you, trumpets are telling of your beauty and truth
- To Be Counted Among Men:
- Every crooked lane that you can see, every open home, every hollow tree, is a home for creatures loved by me
- Twenty-Seven Strangers:
- The bus was late and forced us all to congregate, twenty-seven strangers made to stand and wait
- But there is no cue, no stage hand saying what to do, and you are me, and I am you
- The fluorescent light doubled everyone inside
- But faces change, and rules they all get rearranged, and photographs all fade away
jan 23 2011 ∞
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