I’ve been a son
I’ve been a chord of steel
I’ve been as cold
As the autumn breeze can feel

I’ve loved a girl
Just for her name
I didn’t know
Didn’t know her eyes would make me tame

I’d build a world from saw dust piles
Bend a ring from a horse shoe’s mile
Wrangle down a jackal pony
Just to see my face, reflecting in the devil eyes

Jesus tears are tearin down
The roof of a battered hell
The rivers eyes, ain’t full of lies
Baby, I know you can’t tell
The dead flowers I picked
For you were stuck
To limbs I ate and shelled
The blood flock hides
In a warm disguise
Burrowed in my bones

Down my golden spine
The nail thorn lies
Plucking a spider harp
To curl my peppered bones
The earth flows
It flows like flame
Put me in a pile of soot and
I’ll call it home sweet home

I am not me. I hear too much of what other people say to be me.

Peel the comet’s skin
Into the forests mouth
Where trees are coughing out knots

I’d catch a balloon
And set free to the sky
To watch with diamond eyes
And lust with child lies