For Chris

Thunder comes but once a year

And lightning comes but twice

The man who's watching

From your ceiling hole

Is really just the mice

The ghosts of words

And songs you never wrote

Or at least forgot to write down

Your hand was halted

By a single silent sound

Fireworks in the dead of night

Followed by the rising sun

And when a thousand songs

Play randomly

You hear just the one

You need to find

A bit of clarity

Again trust the red tatoo

And see that after all

Maybe someone dosen't have

It in for you

'cause the bells

You think are beautiful

Are ringing just the same

Your not the hunchback

That you thought you were

'cause you have your own name

And even if there ins a tiny crack

You have the skill to weld

And when it's done you'll again

Hold the ropes you held

And even though it's twine

You've got six hundred

Strands together

In a straight line

Straight into the dirt

And down the desolate path

To the middle of the damp earth

Eating your way through hell

To sell the devil back his suprise

A muscle disease

And a big barrel of wine

You know i just can't stand to see

You float away into the sea

'cause i know you could be a sailor

And it's just temporary i guess

The forces are at work here

That we both know all to well

From the beach

I'll call you back home

With my shell

And together on the sand

We'll cast away the paw you got

When everything

Started turning sour

And you lost all your luck

And the ocean

It will break the spell

You will finally be free