on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst