(jml10 retains the copyright for these lyrics)
You turn around, touch the ground when
You’ve nowhere to go
Fingers curled like chestnut buds
In January snow.
Roses bloom among the thorns
That’s what the people say
The only voices that you hear
Are whispering today.
I’m not asking for
Asking for the moon
Shaping up for that supersonic boom
Checking out another room
Kicking out on a broken drum
Whistling for a tune.
There’s a place in town
But when the crowds surround
It’s hard to make a way
Through self-hate and confusion
It’s an ordinary day
The day ends and night descends
With a serpent’s kiss
And God hears those prayers and
Promises and answers for all this
Instrumental over verse
I’m tired of living seeing life on the outside
Spending night after lonely night on the dockside
There’s a number on every door
Count the numbers, keep the score
Until the bell rings out once more…
In another room
Repeat chorus and finish.