This Life . . .

08/01/01

Angel, with your broken wings, how can you dry my tears
Don't tell me the reasons why you can't fly tonight
I've had enough just keeping my feet upon the ground
The air is hot and I feel Death in the air
So hold me close and kiss the sweat from my blind eyes
I guess I'm high again, or I could just be dead again
On nights like this I could care either way
A hot room on a hot night, how cold life seems to nights like this,
Just hot city sounds and red lights from police cars and billboards
Sweet and wanted, I watch youth as it passes under the bridge
Water over the damm and beyond the gates
Watch it go, see it flow, sometimes

*Time's tide will smother you*
I could dive in and swim forever
To whatever lies beyond the horizion of that setting Sun
Never an old man that didn't dream of it
The taste of it is something you'll never forget, yet always lament
Burning like a woman named Desire, cold like Winter's Midnight kiss
The things I've seen haven't always been pretty
But I lived to tell of them, and wish that I could go back
Wings spread with teeth and fists clenched, another forced march
Right back into the heart of Hell, and beyond this Great Chaos that is
This life . . .
And this life, I've lived like a roller coaster car wreck
So don't tell me that I'm wrong when I say that I see Time is dead
At 1:26 under the hot afternoon sun, nothing moves, nothing cares
Just awaiting a cloud for cover, like a lover in my bed
Something worth dreaming for, even on a hot night like this
Even with you at my side, tired and dressed in white
Just sing for me, that beautiful lullabye I heard you sing last night
Or the years before that.
All this time and still nothing but memories
God, the air is hot and Death wishes a song too this night
It's not much to ask for, but on nights like this

I could care either way