I was a swan
Pigmentless and pale
Breathing the city air
Making me frail
I was a lion
To kill the tigers
Struck with pestilence in the eyes
Now Led on strings by mice
I was an elephant
heard them all coming
Stole the ivory that made the swans white
Mourn in a graveyard of those who died
I was a turtle
Begging for protecion
The soul went out of me
Can I stave off infection?
I am neurotic
I push for more
I need everything in the
World world world
And then find further reason to be an injured animal
manna from heaven,
it may as well be snow.
the people to ignorant to eat it,
they balled it up to throw.
the lepor was hit in his face,
making his body clean.
they thought it funny,
"must be just one of those things."
the priests coulden't touch it,
they had touched it all before.
the boys and the girls,
themselves and then the scrolls.
manna fell from heaven,
then the four winds broke.
manna from heaven,
let it snow, let it snow.
i saw your face only briefly
before you ran up those stairs to your appartment
you said you wanted to see me
you said you'd be right down
but the red-brick building face, held not a candle
to your genius founded smile that crowned it
and you stood fourty stories tall
you said you'd be right down
the first thrity-five floors were a haze
but you floated through those last five for what seemed like days
you got your wings when you hit the ground
you said you'd be right down
there was a time when everything i would write
it would all just feel right
but since you've come and gone
i feel all wrong
i think maybe, you took my security
so... if you could get that back to me...
if you don't want to meet, just mail it back
marked "fragile", so it arives in tact
this is all for you
but i'm talking to myself
casue when you're around
i think i swallow my tounge
him?
them?
you?
me?
this never ending travisty
but what is it we would like to be?
or was it just the stars you were shooting for?
beleive me, they are higher than they seem
I had god send me an angle
and i killed it an stole it's wings
who knew it would be so easy
but I grew tired of freedom
and as it turns out I am afraid of heights
so now I almost feel guilty
they look good above my mantle
pinned up, and stuck behind glass
signed "in case of emergency"
I think I meant "armageddon"
I close my eyes and imagine things
like I'm a bear and your a wolf
but when I push on my eyes
I see a kaleidoscope
and I open them to find that
the whole wold has gone grey
I guess my rods and cones
aren't working today
I can always pass the time
reading the letters I got from you
I can just use my imagination
pretend that the black ink is realy blue
but at least I'll still be able
to make out your calligraphy
every stupid little idiosyncrasy
that never ceased to bother me
your circled dotted "i"
and your curl tailed "t"
this time however they
seem so entirely appealing
your seemingly meaningless
words are now so revealin
I told you
To tell me
When to stop
But I mumbled the words with a gun in my mouth
Fun things to say
To excuse me from the day that i didn't...
That I didn't do...
Well actually...
I didn't do anything
And I write things on my body
To remind me not to forget
Don't eat
Don't drink
Don't worry
Don't think
Or at least not before you speak
You didn't do this
As if...
F_ck!
I make myself nervous
Anxious
F_ck us
Save us...
I was a swan
Pigmentless and pale
Breathing the city air
Making me frail
I was a lion
To kill the tigers
Struck with pestilence in the eyes
Now Led on strings by mice
I was an elephant
heard them all coming
Stole the ivory that made the swans white
Mourn in a graveyard of those who died
I was a turtle
Begging for protecion
The soul went out of me
Can I stave off infection?
I am neurotic
I push for more
I need everything in the
World world world
And then find further reason to be an injured animal
manna from heaven,
it may as well be snow.
the people to ignorant to eat it,
they balled it up to throw.
the lepor was hit in his face,
making his body clean.
they thought it funny,
"must be just one of those things."
the priests coulden't touch it,
they had touched it all before.
the boys and the girls,
themselves and then the scrolls.
manna fell from heaven,
then the four winds broke.
manna from heaven,
let it snow, let it snow.
i saw your face only briefly
before you ran up those stairs to your appartment
you said you wanted to see me
you said you'd be right down
but the red-brick building face, held not a candle
to your genius founded smile that crowned it
and you stood fourty stories tall
you said you'd be right down
the first thrity-five floors were a haze
but you floated through those last five for what seemed like days
you got your wings when you hit the ground
you said you'd be right down
I had god send me an angle
and i killed it an stole it's wings
who knew it would be so easy
but I grew tired of freedom
and as it turns out I am afraid of heights
so now I almost feel guilty
they look good above my mantle
pinned up, and stuck behind glass
signed "in case of emergency"
I think I meant "armageddon"
I close my eyes and imagine things
like I'm a bear and your a wolf
but when I push on my eyes
I see a kaleidoscope
and I open them to find that
the whole wold has gone grey
I guess my rods and cones
aren't working today
I can always pass the time
reading the letters I got from you
I can just use my imagination
pretend that the black ink is realy blue
but at least I'll still be able
to make out your calligraphy
every stupid little idiosyncrasy
that never ceased to bother me
your circled dotted "i"
and your curl tailed "t"
this time however they
seem so entirely appealing
your seemingly meaningless
words are now so revealin
santa's on the grass outside
another victim of a swan-dive
empty faces line the street
homeless man is stealing his feet
and from my blank stare
i wish that you were there
to throw it away
i keep fishing when i'm alone
but all i've got are sticks and stones
some things never change
does that make me insane
and from my blank stare
i've learned not to care,
to throw it away