Print

three years and one million long nights later i sift through ashes on Stanton Street A radiance going invisible in a silent explosion we both scream these photographs on the bedroom floor they rest like needles in my eyes lying naked in the bathtub it's filled with stale beer, nicotine, and cchildren's fears if the walls could talk we both know they would snicker and shriek oh my darling the room is getting cold and how i wish i could make this bed up sleep desperately on beds of broken bottles and regrets awake average under laughing ceilings and outstanding debts as this house dies i watch it come to life as our lives become remember when's and yes I do, there was something about growing up we couldn't get past calloused and numb, drunken and dumb calloused and numb, drunken and dumb there are streets I will always call home there i faces i will never stop loving there are times when lives will rust and fall unser repetition there are always loopholes...i'm bowing out and blowing kisses Aus Songtexte Mania