touch

our skin may never touch...



but it doesn't mean I can't feel you.

maker

Oh, Oh Deep water

Black, and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted mile

I'm a stranger

in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see

for fog in my eyes

I could not feel

for the fear in my life

From across the great divide

In the distance i saw a light

John Baptist

walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken

by long and dangerous sleep

I can work the fields of Abraham

and turn my head away

I'm not a stranger

in the hands of the Maker

Brother John

Have you seen the homeless daughters

standing there

with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords

there over east of eden

burning in the eyes of the Maker

burning in the eyes of the Maker

burning in the eyes of the Maker

burning in the eyes of the Maker

oh river rise from your sleep....

connective tissue

Hold your breath

that feeling in your chest-

is me

Shed a tear

the air that dries it-

is me

Get lost in an embrace

the warmth inside you-

is me

ghost

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you, Angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
And I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again-
Where? I don't know


Well, Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don't know..


Round here, we always stand up straight
Round here, something radiates


Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus.

She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off.
She says she's close to understanding Jesus.
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood.
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.


Round here we're carving out our names.
Round here we all look the same.

Round here we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round here she's slipping through my hands.


Run home, sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream.
Mama's little baby better get herself in, out of the lightning.


She says "it's only in my head"
She says "Shhhhh I know it's only in my head"


But the girl in the car in the parking lot says "Man you should try to take a shot. Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building, says she's thinking of jumping. She says she's tired of life. She must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind.
Round here hey man got lots of time.
Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait.
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late oh.

I can't see nothing... nothing round here

Will you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you

I said I'm under the gun around here.
I'm innocent, I'm under the gun around here.
And I can't see nothing, nothing round here...

____________________

She is a ghost.

She will disappear someday.

into the fog and rain.

the sun will dry our tears.

hold my hand, lets walk together.

through Heaven and Hell

Light and Dark

my world doesn't matter without you.