Lyrics:
As I wake up in a room somewhere
Dawn light not yet showing.
There's just a thin horizon between me and her
The edge of a half-dream glowing.
Yet I am
In the void
Lights of yesteryear
Maybe tomorrow
A thin line of thoughts
A drop of hope
Lights of yesteryear
Maybe tomorrow
A thin line
She could hear them fucking through
Those thin hotel walls
She heard babies crying,
She heard laughter, she heard sirens
Red and blue lights
She could hear them fucking through
Those thin hotel walls
She heard babies crying,
She heard laughter, she heard sirens
Red and blue lights
A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odorous whim
Camera
as a sheet
dwelling in air and in the world of light
I live the life above
Hold me down
Hold me down
I live the life of letting go
Under a starlit night
I wrap myself in thin sheet of ice
Up there,
way
To ice cream and thin sheet glory
A smile on the jesus freak
Hooked on our show
Burnished hearts blind to
Inevitable madness
Take care of the devil
(skin hard sails in jail)
(hair always cut with a blunt tool)
(muscular but thin like springs)
(but not steel)
(for ford men)
(four ford men)
(they
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall
go a little bit harder
Fuckin' with the lights off, leavin' on the TV
Gettin' me started, lickin' on your body
Tellin' me not to say nothin' when
these thin sheets protect you
but if held up to the light
its translucent
its a bitter pill
you swallow whole
its a bitter pill to swallow
you must
Of a sodomite's concubine
Bine (Bine)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in
Of a sodomite's concubine
Gilded cunt
You gilded cunt
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My
Here comes the night
Closing in
Here comes the night
Closing in
The morning light
Greets me when I wake
And for just one moment
I forget my
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
starving for rain
It was a cold November night
When that thin sheet of ice
Took you from me
And the house is on the market
The kids are all moved out
I need
Living when the light shine
Eyes on dollar signs
At home when I'm up on stage
Yeah I'm finna burn out one of these days
Raising up the ceiling yeah
looking for a platform you can stand on honey
Where everyone sees you as better
Cause your ego is light as a feather
And so thin you can't see your real
I became a thin blue flame
Polished on a mountain range
And over hills and fields I flew
Wrapped up in a royal blue
I flew over Royal City last
the coroner and let her explain
You got enough pity for two in your veins
I'm spread thin like icing on a sheet cake
Snip, snip
In pieces like a paper
, still looking to see
What difference does it make with one less light?
I'm walking paper thin and full of fight
Living by the means but out of sight
Try
Standstill
Light morning haze will rise and leave a sheet so thin
White coating scrapes and finds a way beneath my skin
We've got nowhere to hide
thin
I wish I was under the stars
With you, oh you on my arm
I've got the West Coast showered in rain
You've got Manhattan with street lights in chains
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