letters to the blindmen - 1994
i'm going down
i'm sitting here but the hands of time are bound i know i'm goin down i know i'm goin down i don't know who's there when the phone rings and i don't know why there's who i've spent a lifetime building bridges and a week to burn them down the night falls like a lampshade it's respite from the daylight circus glare behold this delicate freak show behold our tender clowns these red welts they're the lashes of judgment shame was just a decoy but the decoy has become the bugbear
i've forgotten what the real thing was listen to a clicking backbeat as the blood rises in the needle and shoots into the vein with this liquid ticket i'm goin away from the place in which i live just for a little while i have no choice without my mind i really have a good time gracious who needs friends when a game of hide and seek is all there is each day clinging to a cliffedge the weight of the drop is pulling on the trouser leg if i had the worth to look at the sky i'd pull myself up i'm no hero though another man's dungeon was my dream my hell seems paradise for every lost tourist in sight some see the world only from the outside i can only see what's in my skin if i could get the waves here crashing i would swim right home i would surely swim to shore
Posted on décembre 10, 2001 04:52 PM