it all boils down to this.

A dead city sits beside you
Filled with boiling creatures false and cold.
It's such a bolt-stricken atmoshphere and
Theres no room for hope, not in this air.

sickly soap dirt bubbles run down your neck
as you fill your eyes with hurt
from reminising too much too often.

If the man you love has claws digging
into your back because he holds you,
do you encourage this?...
or do you rip them out
like a bullet wounded fall to the stone floor
and attempt to renew your cells.

And all this time while you hurt... a train awaits you.
Cotton fields are calling you. Texas wheat.
Breezy people breezy beach.
Tired and calm with sheets blowing in the soft wind.

and wouldnt it be nice to live together
in a kind of world where we belong?

Old thoughts and actions and words
Happy skin and happy dogs.

So i'll
squeeze my cynical poison out like dagger sweat.
Throw it all away.

Fade into the country wild west suit of cards
Fade into the sweet beat of gutairs and drums
Fade into the blanket cave, club, love world
Weigh not the troubles
Weigh not the worries
Weigh not the deaths

Sit on a bench with me in this park, on this cliff.
Wind escapes the air and finds a home in us
Sweet souls rub up against one another
in this night, the sun's warmth lingers.