These leaves aren't as loud as I'd prefer This machine doesn't love me enough Tomorrow won't see last year occur And is the sun too bright? This wheel is not sufficiently square Is there nothing else to breathe than air? This ground is much too hard to tear tonight You can't dance to this smell at all This book just tastes like words This house of cards will someday fall And is the sea too wet? These buzzing bees make too much honey Why can't this holocaust be funny? Your love for me won't earn you money, I bet
I'll take the world on my own terms I want disease but not the germs I want the moon to cling to me So let your silence sing to me An endless endless symphony Till all I lost instinctively returns
Your teardrops cannot change the wind Your hands can't see the waves The things I say can I not rescind? Is every word a vow? Why won't this house provide me rain? Why can't this deafness hear me complain? And why wasn't I told that love is pain till now? And I try to stave off your anger with feathers And I try to sleep but the days bleed together With a needle and thread I would hold back the weather But the tide's coming in And my courage was never brave enough And my hunger never gave enough And my abandonment never saved enough to start again
So I'll make the world on my own terms Give me disease but not the germs I need your moon to cling to me So let your silence sing to me An endless endless symphony Till all I lost instinctively returns
The leaves cover up all I've become This machine has long broken down Tomorrow is gone, today is numb And the sun's asleep Your wheels have carved a street so wide And you've missed the point but still denied In hopes somehow that all your pride you'd keep