She looks just like a fire to me burning up my blackest nights. Drying up my lonesome tears, the flood is deep, her storms they never stop. When she rains, oh she pours, & she points to the north, “Look at the flowers in the sky.” They must be growing in her eyes. American Lover, in my heart and in my head, she’s the one you see on the street, oh she drops you to your knees. And she says...
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you’re smiling out the window of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And...
Us humans. We yearn for love, war, stimulus, chemicals, sex, etc. I feel human tonight. We aren’t humans anymore. So small we are like ants. Ants in a plastic mound. Come on baby.
Saw a great dark bird in my sleep last night His wings were black, dark as coal And his eyes were stones. His feathers sharp like splinters of light Rode him down to the lowest I’ve ever been This hole’s too deep and filled with roses. When I see you in my darkest hour, Do you think I’m still the sun? Shining like a jewel burning at the end of a candle. In the dead of winter my heart now...