The sky is breaking up
Whiskey kisses from an old vintage cup
A buckled floor which no one dances on*
Come now come sing with me*
We can sing about this old and withered weak oak tree
Who would plant such a troubled seed
Which grew so small giving no air to breathe
*
My mother always said I have nothing tangible to gain
Like a broken glass spilling out all it's sweet champagne*
down *to this river where dreams don't flow
This is all I know
These shoken *hands can't bear to hold
all of the bright and heavy shimmering gold
I can feel it coming soon*
Oh it's coming to
There's a break in my back this old engine is starting to crack
The oil leaks and the frame starts to rust
Come close this door before we turn to dust
I'm running now and the walls are caving in*
tunnel vision in a room that's dim
I've been tending to my wounds with the sharpest knife
I don't know a delicate touch
Like that lonely man who only seeks for lust*
And it should all be broken *soon*
They said to meet here by noon
Where the preacher prays and the Devil sways you can find me here where no man lays*