Untitled Song/Over @ Live in Verison Wireless Theater, Houston, 2007
She opens her eyes And it is cold And she tries to cry But she feels too old And I have bent (or "been") over this before And I walk between your hands Through the loneliest embrace Til the dregs are like an ether can I push in aside just for... For the mate of the space within it Replace the bedding for a fool's So they can spit in it And chased in all amongst some doubt (or maybe "down" to recall the bedding?) Where the tears go to be forgotten And placed all that I've become Into a place where it goes rotten. Oh tear and throw this in on me, darlin' Oh tear, tear this and throw it all over me And now put (or "get") it all over me All over me And push it down. Just light (or "like") the match Burn it out. Watch the wood (or "world") turn black. Then I can hold you With my sin. Can I console you or help this hole (or "hold")? Is it easier now?