I wanna walk away Like Judas from the table Turn my back And walk away I wanna close my eyes Like that novice at the altar Bow my head And close my eyes
She was found beneath the gate Forsaken at the gate Who would have thought that so much love Could be so carelessly misplaced Found. Beneath the gate
(I did it all for you) She took his dentures from his mouth And placed them in her own Took a shovel from the shed And then dragged him from their home
outside they're waiting Just outside the circle Waiting there is someone, I don't know who I'm so open I'm so open I don't sleep most nights Just lie
Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs But the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head I could turn this into song or cheap
I've been told that it's just the way life goes Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath
Can't lose the taste of this river mud, Black water in my lungs. They say you can't step in the same river twice Well I've been stepping in this river
Here we all are at the end Of this century of beauty and loss Greedily ate what you gave us The rest we tossed We've trapped all your rivers, paved every
(A curly blonde disaster Lying out there) He said, "you make me feel As desired as a crackling fire." She said, "I saw a man out walking Upon still
Earth growing larger as I fall into a spin Someone give me a reason To take on those gray clouds again Caught in this rip tide again My mouth wide open
outside there waiting. Just outside the circle. Waiting there is someone I don't know who. I'm so open, I'm so open. I don't sleep most nights, Just
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She was found beneath the gate, Forsaken at the gate. Who would have thought that so much love Could be so carelessly misplaced. Found. Beneath the gate
I want to walk away Like Judas from the table. Turn my back And walk away. I want to close my eyes Like that novice at the altar. Bow my head And close
Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, But the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head. I could turn this into song or
growing larger as I fall into a spin. Someone give me a reason To take on those gray clouds again. Caught in this rip tide again. My mouth wide open,
Michael Timmins Can't lose the taste of this river mud, black water in my lungs. They say you can't step in the same river twice well I've been stepping
