The hanging tree
It waits for me
rolling through the cobbled streets
Is martyrdom
a victory
or is it just fancy defeat?
If you want
to come and see
come and see me at the Hanging Tree
On through the river
on through the fog
on through the wood
and on through the meadow
Blood in the snow
numbness in my feet
hear the dogs calling
so I grit my teeth
On through the river
on through the fog
on through the wood
and on through the meadow
The devil's at my back
and heaven's up ahead
I cannot stop
for letters I have read
On through the river
on through the fog
on through the wood
and on through the meadow
Laying pierced with arrows
recall a sunny day
Close my eyes once more
the Lord, he takes away
On through the river
on through the fog
on through the wood
and on through the meadow
So cry me a river for my river dance
Dancing down a candled river
I'll be waiting for you here
beyond the weight of all your years
If you love me, then you'll wait
I know it's hard but don't tempt fate
If you look back I'll be gone
Please just hold onto this song.
I'm not made for loneliness
turning to the nothingness
Seeking nothing's what I get
twisting tight the tourniquette
So I'm twisted, barren, ugly
Who says misery don't love company
I'm not made for loneliness
turning to the nothingness
Seeking comfort, nothing felt
Agony of an empty shell
One step two step
To forget
three step four step
To regret
I don't want to be helped
I don't want to be seen
I don't want to be another charity case choking on the american dream
Yes, I'm not made for loneliness
turning to the nothingness
Seeking nothing's what I get
Count your blessings, no safe bets
Scraping the char from my heart
A moment of clarity
Why can't it always be like this?
I'm so tired
of being emotionally exhausted
damaged, battered, useless
I just want to be free.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel I've turned my back on so many times before.
There is my heart,in some dark corner of Pandora's Box, whimpering and fetal. A weary sigh escapes me. I trundle it in my hollow chest. To the land of dreams (beyond fear). Where the ceiling is full of stars, and the bedposts become the trunks of trees.
I'm waiting for tomorrow again
Didn't like it last time but we'll pretend
We can't see what's around the bend.
I don't like
What I see
Not really dying
Not really living
Not really dreaming
Not really vivid.
You're breaking my heart again
Like you never really left
I haven't really stepped
Since you took my heart and stepped.
Oh, I've scraped off the dust
And learned not to trust
A smile or some sympathy
For poor old twisted me.
(Oh, where do I go
what do I do
who am I now
without you?)
What are these words for if we don't use them
What is the point if we don't make music?
What is a life worth if it isn't lived?
You know what you need to do with your breath.
May I have
this waltz with
you I don't
want to see
you leave tonight
You look so
lonely and
lovely and
wonderful
All of the
things that I
wish I could be
To bathe in
your starlight
To hold you
in my arms
I must be
enchanted
by some kind of charm.