* And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my
love
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead
sentiment
Measurement across the nothing for no one, a wasted
effort, a shrug.
Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the
face of fact
Blackboard formula erassed by the next class
with the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you
No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail
(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no
anger
(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation
Or distortion of purity sentiment
No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion of no revenge
(No bullshit) no codes or hidden agendas, no preaching
(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no new
speaker freakish lingo
(Here I go...)
I haven't loved many people
I grew up afraid that I was crazy
And one time when I was deep inside your body you
purred
And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my
love
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead
sentiment
Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that
effort to shrug
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my
love
So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead
sentiment
Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that
effort to shrug
I used to be in love...
Everything you said I took it all to heart
And you spurred a change in me
Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart
And I can see that now
And I wish you well
Cause you saw what was good in me
And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself
And everything you are
I know you got your pride
Before I could become a grown man I had to lose my mind
had to lose my mind
And I see that now
And I wish you well
Cause I see what's good in you
And I'll be god damned if you can’t see that yourself
