just trying to break even in a world gone mad
whittled this high wire to string
this without believing anybody's sacred words
trying to sail the arrow through the ring
for a time i kept my balance
the painter kept the palate
but lately all the lines begin to blur
for mighty works of art
may pierce me to my heart
the simple you love you give me i have burned
i felt something sharp
in the bottom of my heart.
the last bit of shrapnel left inside.
but you believe its love
that puts the light in the dark.
well, maybe so.
the apartment smell like chicken
from the poultry shop downstairs.
lord, if i can only get some rest.
as i feel my stomach sicken
it's probably just the chicken,
but if i ever write you back i will confess.
that i felt something sharp
in the bottom of my heart.
the last bit of shrapnel left inside.
but you believe its love
that puts the light in the dark.
well, maybe so.
i wish you could see me now.
i bet you'd really be impressed
to hear the band, to see the way i groom my hair.
what happened to the old days
when you'd come back from the shower
to lay a gentle kiss upon my hair?
i felt something sharp
in the bottom of my heart.
the last bit of shrapnel left inside.
but you suggest it's love
that puts the light in the dark.
well, maybe so.