Belief is worth more than love or money;
because all over the universe it's true
uncertainty to anyone is worse than torture.
That's the devil in disguise, for sure
but you know me, I say, "the devil may care,'
yet each chance I get I do cry at angel's bare
feet. Hoping for a look back at the years before
I figured out how it is to be so cruel
to a woman who didn't deserve a minutes curse.
This is a slow song written in slow pain
from a slow man who is starting a slow band.
In a field of dust I seen light shine and
dance as I felt a feeling I never did understand.
But all is well, my soul forgiven when her hand
took mine and squeezed it shut with a tenderness
I've never found again. So I spent following years
with slit wrists and jump rope games-
those teenage angst's all for her, all in vain.
She still and always will be in my veins-
despite how awry I may tend to tread, in
the distance I hear her voice, a voice so kind
coaching me on to become the man
she knew I'd be and maybe (maybe) still wants.
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