Stations | Your Cross

This poltergeist of vibes, am I no longer fly? In this place that tried to sink me Yeah, I left town with its dirt in my teeth Only to return short on cash, much improved In the art of burning hours to ashes I'm sorry honky... I'm sorry honky it might be, I'm no patron to your scene I'd burn my records to end this wide-awake dream It's so obscene All this screaming inside self-important skulls Don't they realize it's all impermanent even the fucking sun? Let me speak honestly what I've seen You don't know to what hemispheres I've been My white ass can go as black as the sea I'd burn my records to end this wide-awake dream It's so obscene Still the devil she comes vamping into any room in which I sleep I see it coming again Here it comes again... Okay you play the boss All of us will walk the stations to your cross But let's not waste this sweetness The grace with which Oh let's not waste this sweetness The grace with which life will break you... Oh let's not waste this sweetness The grace with which life will break you... Over and again Over and again Let us feel it when Over and again.... Okay you play the boss All of us will walk the stations to your cross Okay you play the boss All of us will walk the stations Okay you play the boss All of us will walk the stations to your cross