Rollerskate Skinny

Trying to get well No lies here lies Swab the temples of the untapped dream boy A jagged day in life For the lighthouse parasites I hope you'll be the same again Well, the same as us A rest from your tomorrows From the spoon and back again They keep

I deny everything good I want to stay on the side The side that keeps you alive The side that says you're alright All worlds are fantasy worlds So choose your fantasy world You are a man under glass You are dishwater and gas Time is roadkill and fast

Now the reins are loose and all around The tumbleweed is tracing out your frown The furrow's on the rise The buried are alive There's trouble in the seven-day dust Now the veil of beasts have dragged you 'round You've kissed the hands of stranglehold

I followed them footsteps Where they lunge the mean To the edge of Christ where they hoist the night like a closing eye For a lover, for a lover I'm only here to lean Noise flew birds through the crooked sky and they all said see Speed to my side Dow

Your skin holds no bones The bones I know Bell jars away Let's be fearless with our promises Bowed in for reasons For those reasons I have thrown myself Into your warm hold Where you bless away the shivering We were saved by cars We were saved by bed

Angela Starling was way past hope and on to something that she's never find after that day things got bigger than us they got bigger than giants and given a life I know magic finds its way I've been blistered by the moonbeams the moonbeams I have had

It's alright it's just the cradle burns racing to corner of your mind that hates the world burn the dress and hang it in the tree count the birds that see the shine of hope without disease I am the son of a mother and a man but the monkey is wheezing

And by times' decisions for me I've been dancing to some glamorous regrets Borrowing the memories of my dreams Sinking down into the bloodless arms The bloodless arms of angels that cool down A million loveless moments that I've had You don't look go

The Gethsemane head and the bathwater baby Are aching for life quite apart from the flow Do you distance yourself from the courage of crowds To get through the day So who am I To be so sure that We are the lost souls We have been suffering Could you