Pillow of Your Bones
The embers of the saint inside you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil, like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones, I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw the pillow on the fire, make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
A waning hand on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil, like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones I will lay across the stone
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw my pillow on the fire, make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind and you will find
no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling
Steel Rain
And so we start another day together
You and I and a million miles between us
I train my moods to bloom like flowers unfolding
Instead of fluttering around
And slowly drowning in the
Steel rain it's taking over
The sky is open and the drones are pouring out
The day inhales in a contagious yawn
And there you smile as though the sun were bouncing in the
Steel rain it's taking over
Here in the little world, The tiny world spins for me
All's well in the tilted world but there's something
falling down in the
Steel rain it's taking over
