Lost in the Snow

It didn’t hurt / we kept right on playing / we hadn’t heard the faithful praying / with all we had it didn’t seem to matter / the news was bad / the future badder / falling into a hole was pointless and just wrong / we only wish you what it takes to get along / it didn’t rain / skies didn’t open / the world spun on / angels were hoping / it didn’t hurt / it was a lesson / snowing on dirt / you were a blessing / you lost your vision and forgot your golden star / and when it did rain they weren’t tears for you at all / you kept it from us you were losing it / the angels watching over you just let you slip away so painlessly / they were the only ones who knew / now the snow has frozen up both your cities / the angels disappeared from view / they left before we could have owned them / like they had nothing left to do

My Dad’s Hands

Temperature’s low / check my pulse / just found out that my fingers come from someone else / my cover is blown / I’ve been shown my moves / I feel the results of things I’ve yet to do / I realised I’ve got my dad’s hands / if I look back and calculate / I can work out which feeling was the bad trait / but I don’t mind what he might have done wrong / because I can’t help but repeat what he’s done / the mold is taking hold / the picture’s drying / at three and a half I could only stare / I knew for sure what I was loving there / I don’t know if I love it now that it’s here / but I’m trying

Sweet Little Oranges

Just like a flaming lip / enough spit would extinguish it / I feel its gentle fit / I’ll burn my hand a bit and I won’t change / I can’t retune my own preset personal frequencies / don’t need to reduce any of my inadequacies / I won’t respond to your accusations of negligence / I can’t relate to pretensions of non-intelligence / they burn a hole in me / found my insecurities / they’ve got a minute hand / I’ve got a grain of sand and all the power it holds / but I can’t release the energy for an eternal flame / the box of matches inside me has gotten wet again / they warm me up in little bursts each time a spark is thrown / and when the whole box caches light then I will burn alone / it is a recipe between a clenched up fist and sweet little oranges / it is a precipice / it is a hand to kiss and mine are flaming lips

Bad Time to be Leaving Town

Can’t rearrange at all / I move the lamp against the poster on the wall / these little words mean things I can’t recall / they echo down the hall / one by one my defenses go down / you picked a bad time to be leaving town / roads are closed to vehicles going west / information isn’t flowing the best / these small words they seem to be a test / hope I can guess the rest / never bothered to pretend I knew / now I’m relying on them to get me through / highway lights burn out and fall leaving dark holes formed / found my life was just a cold and closed off road / lines are torn severing words from lips I can no longer warm / I try to kid myself that I can make it home / can’t recreate at all / communication is impossible / these small words are all I can recall / can’t kid myself I will survive at all

Low

I’m going home I’m alone and I’m cold / I’d telephone but my call would be placed on hold / I’ve taken all I need for all my short term ends / never wanted to disregard or be distant from my friends / I know I’m being silly and I know I’m playing games / they make the clear picture fuzzy again / I know I fail in your view but it ain’t up to you / some games I can and some I cannot do

Numb

To the kitchen so I can leave the room / standing with the fridge light on / I don’t move around with ease no more / but you don’t mope around alone / seems I don’t listen to a word you say / leaving conversations dumb / but I pick up on each and every way we find to leave each other numb / we traveled to this place called nowhere it took so long to get this far / with all the signs we saw and all the wise words that we heard we only learned to grow apart / now only when I try to talk to you it seems you only want to try / but with all your chances gone / all the words that I can give ain’t enough to get you by

Fill Yourself with Music

Fill yourself with music let the good vibrations flow / if you ain’t heard the message then there’s something you should know / cos’ there’s guys to make you cry they start with e and b and m / and girls who’ll twist your world and you will be grateful to them / fill yourself with music! / fill yourself with song let the music do the rest / elation to depression / extreme emotions are the best / my baby’s gone away / I can’t get by without her around / just turn it up and drown myself in sound / fill yourself! / walk out in the sunshine let it fill you up with light / and curl up with your radio to make it through the night / there’s special songs for everyone to make you feel alright / they open up your heart and bring your pain to the light

Who’s Counting?

Put out the rubbish today / there’s a lot of things that I just can’t say / all of them wanting to be heard / most of them choking on a word / it’s a call that I can’t respond / since most of what I’ve said is at best half right / it’s all half wrong / facts are burnt but they’re not gone / they remain but I can’t explain you one / can’t pertain to one / walked down my street today / there’s a lot of cars parked in the way / reminds me of words that don’t make my mouth / I find I prefer not to talk it out / so our conversation’s lame / but who’s counting the ways we can be inane? / they’re all the same / but we drag them out again / can’t react / it’s a trap and it’s a game / there are cracks I can’t explain / got cracks I can’t explain / filled up a box today / with all the things I managed not to say / they can’t stay / because they’re no help / can’t throw them away all by myself / because they are cracks I could not foretell / I’m tracing them straight back to hell

Made of Stone

I have slept and I’m ok / a little more like you each day / you don’t phone and I don’t write / made of stone we do alright / I had dreamt that I was cracked / saw two statues interact / I was cold I couldn’t feel / I’m warming to your heart of steel / I awoke I too was clay / little fragments fall away / break my bones and I won’t fight / made of stone / we do alright

Three Way Punishment

Lines get crossed / connections fuse / messages lost / carriers abused / when the dark comes and you’re frightened / you need a well adjusted friend / because the guilt that you grew up with / you will carry until the end / it will bring you to your end / lines are broke / connections gone / we still have ropes / to drag along / when the causes are forgotten and circuits they are blown / they’re not secrets they’re just problems that you’ve never shown / too late to come unsewn / anger born from repression learned at home / fear taught – there’s no cure for being alone / love was wrong / self expression it was restrained / thought that was gone / ’till my best friend went insane / can I make a call? can’t make it back / emotions are mauled and burnt to black / when relations get mangled / confidence is a chore / it’s derision yeah makes me angry / to think somehow it’s my fault / what’s religion? what’s forbidden? / it’s a pit in which you crawl / it’s the room where you were born

Become Undone

And all my colours have run / my knots have slipped and come undone / my foot is caught / I have fought / I’ve been told / but I’m not taught / I’ve been sold but I’m not bought / and all my pieces have come apart / the sentence stops / before it starts / too tough to bend too late to mend / I can joke but can’t pretend that I won’t be broken until the end / and all I’m hoping is you’re still my friend

Lost all Trace

I used to satisfy your moods / I walked a thousand miles in shoes that you slipped on my feet / and upon the road of pain / I never felt your presence gain / but memories they don’t sleep / if you look upon with loss i’ll search my pockets to retrieve the cost / and if your feelings turned to stone / I’d dig an early grave for a place I could call my own / I’ve lost all trace of home / I set a question on betrayal / hope the answer’s in the mail for the fate that awaits me / it could have rectified the tune / presented futures on a spoon / but the mailman didn’t save me / when I see your options prosper i’ll search to see how much it cost you / I got your postcard from LA / I lit a cigarette and watched the black and white turn grey as it burned in the ashtray