Through the fish-eyed lens |
Of tear stained eyes |
I can barely define the shape |
Of this moment in time |
And far from flying high |
In clear blue skies |
I'm spiraling down to the hole |
In the ground where I hide |
If you negotiate the minefield |
In the drive |
And beat the dogs and cheat |
The cold electronic eyes |
And if you make it past |
The shotguns in the hall |
Dial the combination' |
Open the priesthole |
And if I'm in I'll tell you |
There's a kid who had |
A big hallucination |
Making love to girls in magazines |
He wonders if you're sleeping |
With your new found faith |
Could anybody love him |
Or is it just a crazy dream |
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And if I show you my dark side |
Will you still hold me tonight? |
And if I open my heart to you |
And show you my weak side |
What would you do? |
Would you sell your story |
To Rolling Stone? |
Would you take the children |
Away and leave me alone? |
And smile in reassurance |
As you whisper down the phone |
Would you send me packing |
Or would you take me home? |
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Thought I oughta |
Bare my naked feelings |
Thought I oughta |
Tear the curtain down |
I held the blade in trembling hands |
Prepared to make it, but |
Just then the phone rang |
I never had the nerve |
To make the final cut |
Ending: |
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