Sickly surrender to cola remember machines Shaky somnambulist, shiver out all your screams Go to the room with the chair and wait for your life Scared that the voices I hear may never be mine
Seven December, a paperback letter recalls You knew such happiness, crashing her loveliness one wedded fall Cutting through gray where you’re holding the pages amazed Cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades
Pale new dawn, put something on You’re thinking faster than I run Now the more I get connected, the less I know who I am And it feels like I’m the only one
The month has gone rabbits, the winter is taking my life Am I a passenger passing through scenes in someone else's life? Cold will outlast me, apartments are castles in space Warm with the void, holding court in a four poster grave
Pale new dawn put something on I hate the shape of things to come Now the more we get connected, the less I know who you are I don't think you thought that far
They gave you a food stamp For the air sucking wound in your chest All the best All the best
Strange pale fighter, you only grow lighter in time Willfully silent, declaring yourself with your cold scribbled rhyme Making her find you beneath all the skin of your mind She’s digging towards nothing, a hollowed out center in time
Pale new dawn put someone on I hate the shape of all you want Now the more you get connected, the less I get who you are But I don’t want to think that hard
It’s a lonely way to live When you take what you give and you don’t give in In a nation of promises Your anonymous promises