i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust