fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple, and all these memories - are they mine or other peoples? When you died Like we're all gonna go someday, I was five and
I keep thinking about all of those things we were going to do some day, somehow. Now I'm barely leaving the house. What did you do with my forward motion
that rubs it's back against the window'. You're sure there must be more. You're sure, but you're drinking anyway. Sweet pain, back again, back again and
time, and if i had a dollar now for everytime time i'd hollared out your name, I'd buy us a wordmine And at our mine she'd be rubies, deep and down,
I neatly fold our love in four, I hug my mother, I bolt my door. I go to find our love a little black cave and dig it down deep and hope it will behave
kind dude came up to say I like it. What's your name? He was Tom. He had a way. I love the way you talk. It makes no sense at all. Well there and then
quiet days that leave me satisfied the most, when our holy ghosts have room to dance between the tea and the toast. Oh gentle man, you say love's a simple land and
God made people like me to love people like you. I will not fight, I will not win this time, but I will not live, will not live a little life. I know
drive? And I would but I'm scared of what might happen if you and I are alone again and your fat fingers call out from the steering wheel singing "How about it?" and
Yes I miss you like the rain Falling softly on a summer's day. I know you feel the same. I fought to keep you. Yes I miss you like the rain Falling sweetly
because I am the cause, I'm not the comfort. We are winding up Both our bodies say it's true but While we're still winding up I'm still me and you're
good could satiate. I'm not goingto cry anymore, flash "heart" like a road-works sign. Doesn't matter how beautiful you look I am not allowed to read your book. And
, like an autumn bone. Oh you know my love it grows, like an autumn bone, And you're all alone. Oh you know my love it grows, like an autumn bone, And
wish you'd wear your insides out, Maybe shake them about. But you're right, man; There can be no doubt that your right-hand woman, She will be short and
comfortably. So all those whispers known only to the trees And all those unknown feelings yet to be, They'll come from angels and omens and food, for
a man who will not love you well and your walkin' down Brunswick street and you're buyin' the baby's tears with treats 'cause you look perfect, you look fine and
freight-train, like a board-game, My Dad he takes his time, says "All will be fine." He cooks meatloaf. My Dad cooks meatloaf, A mean chop-suey and scones. And
light flashing at the door of a sin I have never before been interested in. Like a human being, like a human being like a human being, i have desires also. And
