What would you do if I never were spotted alone on the banks of the Hudson at night? And what would you do if I always would call on the phone just to ask if we were still alright? Would you see me as a fool in love or just a jester whose tongue should be tied or a solid figured god above? You'd be mistaken if I hadn't tried. Called it safety just to be inside. So pack your bags and Meet me in the backstreets of this town. We'll smoke a joint. We'll burn it down. It's hard to swallow these feelings now. And what would I do if I caught you in catching the act of me rolling my eyes in the dark? And what would you do if I promised to break every pact we had made while the car was in park? Would you call me a liar, a thief, a rantipole, a bandit, a crook? Was I really a devil beneath? Could I really return what I took? Find God in the bindings of a book? So save your looks and Meet me in the backstreets of this town. We'll smoke a joint. We'll burn it down. It's hard to swallow these feelings now. And as we get closer to New York City, the Hudson looks darker and less convincing. Maybe you think it could use some fixing. Maybe you think that there's something missing. These feelings and these yearnings and those nights on the banks, It really is a wonder that we never gave thanks. It really is a wonder that we never sank. It really is a wonder. It really is a wonder. So meet me in the backstreets of this town. We'll smoke a joint. We'll burn it down. We'll take a drink. We'll never drown. We swear we'll someday leave this town. It's hard to swallow these feelings now.

rise from behind the hills of new york and I'll squat before a porcelain desk head in the pipes, face flushed with blood maybe I'll write myself into success heaven seems so low tonight if you look at it you might knock it over heaven seems so low tonight if you reach for it you might get to touch it blanket fort keep me safe from the world I got enough food to last us three weeks nevermind the rips in your gossamer walls they're only there if you admit defeat heaven seems so low tonight if you look at it you might knock it over heaven seems so low tonight if you reach for it you might get to touch it how can I saw that the face makes a man when when she looks at me I'm a child dying the tapestries I will hang cuz I can't hold my spine up alone give me a cradle and a bottle I won't cry out I won't cry out I swear I won't cry out heaven seems so low tonight if you look at it you might knock it over heaven seems so low tonight if you reach for it you might get to touch it your legs are too short and your lines are too long and your bars are too high everyone wants to live everlasting I just don't want to die so set your sights for nowhere your languor drink up and take me to your parents' house we'll wrestle quietly under the stairs and I swear that we'll figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out we can figure it out WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT

Stop looking at your face in the mirror. You're not your reflection. You're not your reflection. You're not your reflection. You're not your reflection. You say it time and time again. Your calendar it calls you ten. It passes by ten times again. What will you do with your body? What will you do with your time? What will you do with those stories you tell to your grandmother's ashes at night? Friday night blues you got me down on my knees. You got me staring at mirrors. You got me crying out, please, why can't my addled body just do what it pleases? You got me crying out, Jesus, yeah you are such a tease. I write these songs as a letter to my ungrateful soul. It's not ready for salvation in any sense of the word. I write these words as a memory to a fading life, not an image for creation, though I never can be sure. I want to know. I want to know. I want to believe your reflection is all that you are.

I was one hundred degrees from right when obtuse I branded onto your arms the marks appropriate to you and I entwined the angles our bodies took left our impressions signed so ill-defined we lay and I could not say what I mean I tried to build a house around you and me where words were deed and comfort was plenty when it fell the walls from inside they sagged I watched them collapse and drenched them in benzene razing the empty where reason left me we were many miles ahead of ourselves when we said it'd run so easily for us to understand the working of a life to distract from demons through the course of every night I tried to build a house around you and me where words were deed and comfort was plenty when it fell the walls from inside they sagged I watched them collapse and drenched them in benzene razing the empty where reason left me

Can't hold this sentiment. How long is sentiment? Snagging our world, it's like simple linens my world. But linens and brothers hold on to you. What if you're one of them? What if you're one? I hate your common sense. A life based on remembrance is nothing but thought. It's but unwashed linens, my love. But linens and lovers hold on to you. What if you're one of them? What if you're one? One of them, you say you're sorry. You say you're sorry for what you've done. You say you're sorry. We say we're sorry, and then move on.

the nighttime she slips out of all of our glasses put on your slippers and open the doors i still don't know if tomorrow will happen but i can't go on thinking like this no more i've heard it said that seraphim burn calories like celery they demand no service in the night smoldering soul with rubber boots in a garbage dump with no jersey you can scream forever silently eternity follows me into the shower drips down my back like a perfect storm as I read the paper she looks over my shoulder kicks me in her sleep but she keeps the bed warm i've heard it said that seraphim burn calories like celery they demand no service in the night smoldering soul with rubber boots in a garbage dump with no jersey you can scream forever silently the nighttime she drips onto all of our ashes cremate your feelings and leave at the door fill up unleaded and drive to the edge of the world she follows she'll never be far behind she takes an iron spike and drives in your feet in place of peace of mind she takes the wonder from your life

(1) Sleeper won't you hide away your sheets? Don't you know, you're one of us today. Grab your dirty linens, brush your teeth. Don't take it slow. You're one of us today. (2) Lover, you are nowhere to be found. Your voice is forgotten in the ground. I'll just take a moment, you'll be found. You'll be found. (1) Sleeper hide your slumber, hide your dreams. Don't you know, they're no good for you today? Fairytales and fables, lullabies, lulling lies won't make your life okay. (2) Just trying to get on by. I want off, I want off, I want off this ride. Yeah, let's get imbibed, drown our sorrows down in forties down by the riverside. All I want is to lie to myself. You won't let me sleep. You won't let me keep on believing my safety's inside of these sheets. These storybook impossibilities, I'll stop at nothing till they creep through every moment in my memory. All I want is to sleep. All I want is to sleep. All I want is to sleep. (1) Sleeper won't you hide away your sheets? Don't you know, you're one of us today. Grab your dirty linens, brush your teeth. Don't take it slow. You're one of us today. One of us today.

I can't sink underneath my sheets are made of lead and I can't get the word your name out of my head of my head I can't fall asleep there's clawing at my door my muddled brain recalls the times it came before before I stepped into this town mothers tell your children not to run into open arms he's coming he's coming back prepare your finest linens take fitful gulps of dramamine the king of dreams returns today everyone's laughing and cheering the heavens smile on us today but they can't see behind his teeth I can't slip into the plushy feathered crag there's footsteps in the hall the doorknob's turning fast oh too fast she brought me baskets woven from the trees we knew and when their stumps cried out she said "our love was made from you wasn't your sacrifice so nice" prepare your finest linens take fitful gulps of dramamine the king of dreams returns today everyone's laughing and cheering the heavens smile on us today but they can't see behind his teeth

who loves a perfect body who's felt inside the glass who's tasted every brushstroke and swears that I am the last so what's a masterpiece without a couple scratches could you really be open could you really be true would you return the honest words that I gave to you who's forded all your rivers who buys your cheap defense who reads what isn't spoken in your most unseen movements and though my actions did not translate my intentions could you really be open could you really be true would you return the honest words that I gave to you could you really be open could you really be true could you return the honest words that I gave to you

God, I hate these nights. Wonder why your breath is so magnetic in these fading summer fights. You had no right to understand. Wonder if it shows, the way my breath just feels a little softer in this autumn's early snow? You had no right to know. I'm not only showing you what I'm proud of. This is the only way to my heart. Some people have ways of showing their love. I have a way of falling apart. God, it's late, I'm lost. Wonder how the grass is standing steady in this mornings early frost. You had no right to write me off. Wonder how you knew, why I drew my curtains shut. The sun, it comes too soon. You had no right to knew. I'm not only showing you what I'm proud of. This is the only way to my heart. Some people have ways of showing their love. I have a way of falling apart. Got my bags, got my shoes. Got my worries 'bout bad news. Wonder how I'm supposed to chose my words for you. Got my wonders in a jar, cracking up while I pack my car. Leaving this small town, going far. Wonder is who we are.

ostensibly we ended friends fringing upon an opinion the hours that lagged between our legs together gathered could refined and aged reap wine we'll not be ones who discard hands no more found fine we'll not have wasted any time we'll not have wasted any time so worthless now the moments then you stenciled 'mine' all over them the 'ours' we lacked could yet ferment or frothing fragment at a touch and fracture, fine we'll not be us explode our heads in selfish dust I'll not have wasted any life I'll not have wasted any life I could be virtuous the size of galaxies I could be earliest to rise above this wordless 'we' I'll break from being one of them and become one of me I could be radiant and stare into the open sea I could be virtuous an endless galaxy I could be earliest to thunder down this prophecy: I will burn through my passions love lust ignoring companions I will stay up at night afraid of fearing darkness and dawn I will inhabit my demons I'll tutor them in new vices I'll grip my dogged pursuers dammit I'll plant a new lawn with their bodies bones and blood I'll build a better foundation and I will level the crossbeams to be supporting the walls of the home that she and I will raise over our future ashes where we'll transmit our wonder so that we can share it all