The Things I Will Say Are All True

the moon is a cheshire cat
smiling upon you,
the stars are his frozen tears
of pain, joy, and gospel
according to john, you
grow lovelier every year.


the moon is a loveseat
that hangs from a willow,
and i hear the view's mighty fair;
the stars are the cars
that our loved ones drive,
and the headlights that lead them there.

Pilot Lights

Pilot lights
don't go out at night
don't go out when fires are dying
they are there to stay
until the end of days
they will comfort you when you are crying.

Pilot lights
are a lovely sight
to behold after goodbyeing;
they will light the way
back to the path from which you strayed--
they can see that you are trying.

Pilot lights
never get in fights,
never yell at you for lying.
They will still be there,
even when you're scared,
when your eyes show no sign of ever drying.

Pilot lights
are like fireflies:
they can teach you tricks like flying.
If you listen, Dear,
you can almost hear
their music over your sighing.

Letter From My Present Future To My Future Past

It's not quite cold enough to numb the pain,
just enough to make me wish I were back in bed again.

I'm not just touching the sky, I'm kissing it,
but somewhere there's a point to all this and I'm missing it.

Yes, I still love you, and I miss you, believe me,
but I still can't decide if I'd cry if you leave me.

You let your hair grow out, you're lookin' like Nick Drake,
and who we are keeps changing like the Swan in Swan Lake.

I'm sitting with my legs dangling over the Seine,
I kinda wanna go back, do it all over again.

I've seen the whole world, almost seen it twice,
and settling down has started to sound kind of nice.

The good days aren't over, but you can't make 'em last--
So ends this letter from my Present Future to my Future Past.

Hope and Happy Tears

Hope and Happy tears
'sbeen too long since you been here
and I've been so afraid
of losing, losing everything
and now you're saving me
i have faith in me
and faith in faith in everything

Hope and Happy tears
'sbeen too long, been four long years
since we were best of friends
what goes up comes down again
and this went up in flames
when you played fucking games
but now your mice are turning men

Eve

Once I found myself in a heavenly place,
it was duller than the look on your hungover face,
so before I turned dull I got the Hell outta there
and I painted my face and I colored my hair

this Texas kid stretches, and he looks like Thom Yorke,
the taste of this fruit's like a road in a fork,
they said not to eat it, that it was forbidden,
but by the time it really clicked, shit, i'd already bitten.

well, you're no Adam and I'm no Eve
'cause I can't understand and you can't believe
but oh, how original our sins would be
if you would dare to take a chance with me

well, you're no Adam and I'm no Eve
'cause I can't understand and you can't believe
but oh, how original our sins would be
if you would dare to take a chance with me



sometimes I confuse my gods with my man
when you look so good all I think is ...goddamn!
oh fuck, I used the lord's name in vain,
well, I'm not as good as Abel but I'm not as bad as Cain.

and, Christ, you're no Christ and I'm sure no Mary
we're sharing a load neither knows how to carry
we're walking a road we don't know where it goes
and the glory we seek is the name of the rose.

well, you're no Adam and I'm no Eve
'cause I can't understand and you can't believe
but oh, how original our sins would be
if you would dare to take a taste of me

well, you're no Adam and I'm no Eve
'cause I can't understand and you can't believe
but oh, how original our sins would be
if you would dare to take a taste of me