Oh, all the fallen angels Roostin' in this place Count back the weeks on worried fingers Virgin Mother, whats'erface You don't need to sleep alone You
Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And this is a note for a road sign Cutting the breeze
I stretched out my arms And my feet left the floor And how all fifteen (ahem) stone flew to you I don't know
It's crawling with idiots I'm itchin' to leave I'm soft with fatigue, I need somethin' I've never seen anything quite like you In here Come on, it's
Lost in a lullaby Side of the road Melt in a memory Slide in a solitude Not till I can read by the moon Am I goin' anywhere? Not till I can read by the
A sky as black as regret Is rolling aside for the blue Impossible face to forget These feelings belong in a zoo She brings the morning She, she brings
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield And any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at
Don't put this note by your face on the pillow Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex
And if it rains all day, call on you, I'll call on you Like I used to slide down beside and wrap you in stories Tailored entirely for you I'll remind
I have a drop-leaf window With cats and broken yards Sunflowers and paint cans And stolen shopping carts And nothing to be proud of And nothing to regret
Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my brow Eyes of an angel Lay me down Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my brow Eyes of an angel Lay me
I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days 'til I die Oh, I miss you, Louise, yeah And the sickest little pleasures Keep me going
Fell like a crippled crow Spinning through and breaking branches I'm in a bad way Call my friends, they'll know what to do I'm a better friend Than I
Whole towns slippin' down a hill Like a spine of something dead Slide in shadow cobble-creep Burn your mark and leave Trench conventions yellow eyes
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot What did she see in this man? I'm not superstitious but if I can get This ball in the basket, then he'll wake
I plant the kind of kiss That wouldn't wake a baby On the self-same face The wouldn't let me sleep And the street is singing with my feet And dawn gives
Well, give that girl my very best Though it never made the grade If it seems that it's just not enough to love Then love, lie down And would you tell
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve