Album: Beating Back the Claws of the Cold
born red with blush no face can feed
the color of a ponzi scheme
and recognize, all hands have hooks
pop risk with a pistol pointing south there's sand in the river's mouth
so ride it out, there's still time to swim... they've had enough
come breathe with a poor man's paper doll that was buried in the leaves last fall
and raking will, bring to the surface again
some distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violets
some of us, don't pretend at all... they've had enough
so you got the courage now, to write a love song without one metaphor
it's power drill, it's a carbide cone with a sharpened edge
and an electrical cord-see it reaching, don't reach out, far far away
so you got the cool eye now, your looking out for one while everyone
keeps their cool eyes on you, they're on a tight ship down like a tiger paw
with retractable claws -see it reaching, don't reach out, far far away
come breathe with a poor man's paper doll that was buried in the leaves last fall
and raking will, bring to the surface again
some distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violets
some of us, don't pretend at all... they've had enough