emaciation the broken face emancipation was all commence unbending in inner space commitments grace slowly ascending i will not stumble i will not fall hear me shiver hold your breath where did you get so tall i see the entry your silhouette your so assuming tell me how it is and what is left tell me how you beat the horse to death the world we float on is a natural holiday i will not stumble i will not fall its a game of whispers

and i know that when you fall in love you will never think its good enough and i know what you say youre above is the very thing youre dreaming of would you throw yourself into the sea rather than consent to look at me in a way i guess you would answer yes it is not too hard to see and i will know by the sound of the rolling thunder is this what im trying to say i wonder i am swimming in the tide that would pull me under swimming in the tide that would pull me under cause im not the kind of boy who you mold in plaster not the kind of boy everybodys after but i could be going to hell much faster could be going to hell much faster could be going to hell tell me why oh why do you insist that it ever had to come to this tell me all the things that i have missed all the lips that i have never kissed tell me how can it be true that you know not what you do and i am wise to the ways of the fallen angel ready for the smile that is not in danger i am waiting for a friend not a friendly stranger waiting for a friend not a friendly stranger and i know by the sound of my conscience clearing is this what im trying to say youre hearing and i dont give a damn if there are people staring dont give a damn if there are people staring cause im not the kind of boy who you mold in plaster not the kind of boy everybodys after but i could be going to hell much faster could be going to hell much faster could be going to hell

well the sun got eaten on a summers day the good lord giveth and the good lord taketh ok just sleepin sleepin sleepin til the morning back to school on the very first day cool sunglasses but i didnt know what to say will someone tell me how am i performing somethings missing from the picture pretty picture as pretty as the hole in your stocking almond butter apple cider stinging nettle cherry blossom well My Sweet Lady said that we would seem to ride through danger how long how long how long ago was that? and if the truth comes riding in will we be as lonely as the day that we crawled in a bottle hell no hell no hell no well lord have mercy i dont give a shit how the chips have fallen and live with it thank you for reminding me complacency is boring thank you for dragging me out of the ditch where the boys all hunt and the girls all fish and everything that's natural is foreign well My Sweet Lady said that she would greet us as a stranger how long how long how long ago was that? and if our Hometown Gods are dead then must we court that fallen angel? hell no hell no hell no

like the wind in the pines i have gone through better times like the wind in the pines i have gone through better times like the tears in your eyes like the sun when it shines like the wind in the pines blowing through like the blood in your veins i have gone by many names like the blood in your veins i have gone by many names i have gone by many names but the blood is the same i have gone by many names before you like the leaves on the trees i have withered in the freeze like the leaves on the trees i have withered in the freeze when the cold winter breeze withers all that it sees like the leaves on the trees i have too like the moss on the stones i have rendered up my bones like the moss on the stones i have rendered up my bones like the loss of a home that you thought was your own like the moss on the stones i grow new like the wind in the pines i have gone through better times like the wind in the pines i have gone through better times though your ears and your eyes and your skin tell you lies like the wind in the pines i am true

well my little brother said im not afraid gonna cut my finger with a razor blade gonna go downtown and hang out in hotel lobbies and smoke cigarettes all day athletes and actresses wasted away the leaves turned yellow and their hair turned gray and they prayed to the silence of stormy september that someone who knew them before would remember and father lies fitfully five fathom deep stay with me baby wont you go to sleep stay with me baby wont you go to sleep happy little hipsters had lunch on the train they drank steaming coffee and looked out at the rain it came down in sheets like gray silk at the window just to disappear and to come down again well didnt that satisfaction sure feel strange i hoped and i prayed that my mood wouldnt change and i sat in the silence of stormy october and tried to enjoy it before it was over and scent of the autumn was mellow and sweet sing to me baby wont you comfort me sing to me baby wont you comfort me dont be gone though autumn is fleeting and winter is long though dissatisfaction is painfully strong though life is determined to drag you along you may find that surrender means finding a way to hold on well my little brother said i dont understand why i cant drive to the airport while im holding your hand and i guess in the end i found something like freedom but it wasnt remotely in the way that id planned cause you remember things that i dont remember and you can see ahead til next september strange as the face of the harvest moon or the taste of an apple thats been picked too soon and take what you make of it take it to keep stay with me baby wont you go to sleep stay with me baby wont you go to sleep