Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Doesn't remind me of anything!

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more than you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie nor more than you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discreetly
We won't look back

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie nor more than you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

Friday, April 3, 2009

Heaven's Dead

anchor the night, open the sky
hide in the hours before sunrise
pray for me not, i wont lose sight
of where i belong, and where you lie

heaven's dead when you get sad
see your wishes fly
out of time
for the best time you've had

shipwreck the sun, i'm on your side
an army of one, onward we'll ride
and whisper your songs, birds to the air
we'll bury all of our burdens there

best time you had
for the best time you had
heaven's dead when you get sad

i'll take it all, arrows of guns
hundreds or more to save you from one
save you from one
and where i'll be
heaven's dead when you get sad