It was the same old story
Just new faces
I walked in the room and there you were
Wrapped up in God’s pajamas
A common disease looking for a common cure
Cut cut my chin on my narcissism
Ego’s just a little earthquake in a large field
It’s been so long since I fell in love
In the city of light
In the middle of the world
I get it
It don’t last
All is transitory
Make a frame with your fingers
And tell a story
Michael thinks that he’s dying
They take an x-ray
He says, ‘you know, we’re not kids anymore.’
In the car we drive
In the marrow of this night.
Dreams of you
On a rainy day
Kids with skin on skin
Then the bone partway
Satellite snakes the curve
Of this tired world
Bouncing ones and zeros
For a material cure
And the exile still raging
Fear and wonder
All the windmills still bracing
For thunder
Skipping stones by the west coast highway
There are wrinkles on the faces of my friends
Unwrap us city fishes
The sky is a hook
The moment catches in our fins
Cut cut my heart
With a hunting knife
Ask the ones who made me,
“Did I come out all right?”
It’s been so long since I fell in love
In the cold cold river
Start to open up
I get it
It don’t last
And nothing’s for certain
Fake an angle
Then open the aperture
Michael thinks that he’s dying
They take an x-ray
Says, ‘you know we’re not kids anymore.’
In the car we drive
In the marrow of this night
Dreams of you
On a rainy day
Kids with skin on skin
Then the bone partway
Broken music from the ships at bay
Sink your teeth in
The light accelerates
And I didn’t think that I was ready
But I guess I am
She plants a kiss on my eyelid
So I understand
Same old story
Just new faces
I walked in the room
And there you were
Wrapped up in god’s pajama’s
Animal fear chewing on a human love
Cut cut my lip on the culture tooth
My body is a time-bomb, baby, that’s the truth
It’s been so long since I fell in love
In the cold cold river
Start to open up
These dreams of you
On a rainy day
Kids with skin on skin
Then the bone partway
You were waving
From the gravel driveway
Feet planted
Like a tree that sways
As I drive the ships out
You say, “I’ll see ya later St. Christopher.’
That’s how I remember it
But you know I could have changed it later