Paroles de Come Back

Scrawled into the pavement, again and again Written on the red stalls in smokey tin On the smokey tin, it melts again and again On the booths of the round table again Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again All this debris sifting through static lungs, lingering All this debris sifting through static lungs in every pore Laced with a bitter face Near the dawning of the high Laced with a bitter face Near the dawning of the high Of the high And madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses We audience who scoffed at the tears Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier Pale with pain, pale with pain again I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees Before the endless truth of instability and futility The endless truth of instability and futility Now I know