just trying to break even in a world gone mad whittled this high wire to string this without believing anybody's sacred words trying to sail the arrow through the ring for a time i kept my balance the painter kept the palate but lately all the lines begin to blur for mighty works of art may pierce me to my heart the simple you love you give me i have burned i felt something sharp in the bottom of my heart. the last bit of shrapnel left inside. but you believe its love that puts the light in the dark. well, maybe so. the apartment smell like chicken from the poultry shop downstairs. lord, if i can only get some rest. as i feel my stomach sicken
it's probably just the chicken, but if i ever write you back i will confess. that i felt something sharp in the bottom of my heart. the last bit of shrapnel left inside. but you believe its love that puts the light in the dark. well, maybe so. i wish you could see me now. i bet you'd really be impressed to hear the band, to see the way i groom my hair. what happened to the old days when you'd come back from the shower to lay a gentle kiss upon my hair? i felt something sharp in the bottom of my heart. the last bit of shrapnel left inside. but you suggest it's love that puts the light in the dark. well, maybe so