Album: Full of Light and Full of Fire
Bored to tears with my novel and this music
I clean the sheets each week, the bed that nobody uses
And I can't tell the others what I feel
That I sometimes see the light, but Satan's real
I feel his burning rage
A small crack in the door turns to twelve inches
A soft rub on the back becomes two pinches
And I can't tell the mothers what I've done
But if God made me mother, he made my son to cry out in the dark
Hold out your arms, boy, you need me
There's a tear in the free paper, crack in the (?)
A room with my new lover, the anteroom of hell
And I can't tell my lover what I've seen
The continents drifted in my dreams
An emptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feeling
Emptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feeling