Monday, January 3, 2011

Into the Woods

(Hum: da da daaa. da da DA dada. da da dA DA DA Da da da da da da. da da daaa da da da.)


Don't keep me as necessity.
If I'm just a want, that's good enough for me.
Don't keep me as a time of day.
Or a confidence to steal and hide away.
I will burn your house. I will burn your house. I will burn.

I like your mom, because she's good to me.
Offers kindness and a warm cupper of tea.
I'm not a man, but she's called me one.
Keep the teeth I've sharpened hidden underneath,
like a champion. Like a champion. Like a champ.

No, we've got time. Into the woods with you.
Leave your watch, it's a weight around your wrist.
So you call me at three o'clock.
You don't want to fuck, but the distance makes you cold.
Can you hold me close? Can you hold me close? Can you hold?

And so we drink. Polish off that wine
in a borrowed room on the New Jersey state line.
The nightingales, they keep us company.
'Til your stomach hurts you ask them all to leave.
Fly away, little birds. Fly away, little birds. Fly away.

There's a beat rattling my chest.
There's a traitor here, I wanted you to know.
When you ask, what's that on your tongue?
Say, the money's blood and we need to eat it up.
Makes us safe and warm. Makes us safe and warm. Makes us whole.

My dear, I thank you for your sympathy.
It's a kindness, still, you're not in love with me.
'Cos it's not hard to get lost in time.
As a peasant boy in 1899,
when you weren't there and I was fine. When you weren't there and I was fine.

When you weren't there.

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