Wicked Light Sleeper

Speak, speak in pitch,

wicked light sleep, no magic trick! no burning bridge!

nor rabbit kit could build these

graves, in the sky,

burning bright bliss on the skin of your

eye, little priss, right church wrong pew if your selling

your favorite understanding

leave the children to their brandings

leave the grownups to dismember

stray wages and luck

lanterns burned all winter

like the darkness had formed blisters

grown tender, grown tender as a fuse

at night, fugues of ordinance

flicker out to each of us

these things don't speak at all

when it's, never strange enough,

when it's, never plain enough,

to bleed, to bleed, to bleed, to bleed the energy away

our side of the sea, we have different ways and means

breathe, i breathe my whims

if these hands don't shake when the air runs

thin, costs so much, man it costs so much not to let them

in or out, don't pale or pout we'll all

pay twice for endless doubt

no other, no other, no other prevails

busy painting interest on the ones who'd pass out orders

i think you're too good a shot

i think you're too good a shot

to have never been self-taught

i think you're too good a shot

i think you're too good a shot

to have never been self-taught

i think you're too good a shot

i breathe my whims,

and if these hands don't shake when the air runs thin

the years they came, moved over us both

we barely believe, what never arrived

we let it fall, cause it's falling right now

bells sound out over sunburned hands

i hear them now,

and it takes all of it in,

crossing out where we've been,

hardly shelter from the things you feel you have to pay

brightness over darkness through the threshold through the starkness we forgave

hiccups in the conscious, every moment every fondness we can't save

brightness over darkness just distortion never lost never repaid