EUCLID

ALTAR EGO

 

Come, my Father come,
to the break in the bricks of you hallowed place
and how it tastes.
Are you there?
Are you weary of my heart?
Resolutions there for me, I'm gonna start.

At night I will know in revelry,
and by day I'll recall in reverie.
As we yawned ourselves to shit, by the pulpit.
Resolutions there for me, don't punch my shoulder.

 

Come, my Father come,
to the break in the bricks of this hallowed place
and how it tastes.
That farm ballad on my desk is casting flame,
resolutions they're for me.
I'm gonna stay, as you held all of hell and dying pain.
"I'm your eyes and I'm your blame".

 

 

Gone, is the war cash, like a lark.
Crowned and cradled you fasten arson, it's gonna mark.
Oh, You're there.
Fair and feathered on the lake,
ranging light through the pines I'm gonna take.

MIRTH

 

Drive past your window, 
I catch a glimpse, let your hair to the floor. 
Don't want to wake up now, 
just wanna dream a little more. 
As you're playing Comrade. 
Nearer my heart to thee, 
ah...ah...

Blue eyes aching, 
deeper than an orchid rooting down for a home. 
As the lowlight lights love, 
and I want to fill it up want to live it out like, 
all other people. 
ah...

Groove on your finger, 
prints down deep into my palm, 
and the midwest sun sings it's Illinois song. 
As you play me Comrade, 
nearer my heart to thee. 
ah..ah...

Blue eyes aching, 
deeper than an orchid rooting down for a home. 
As the lowlight lights love, 
and I want to fill it up want to live it out like, 
all other people. 
ah...

JACKSON

You phoned me on a hell night,

but I'll be able in the morning to tell you all about how cars lit

change on the headlight in ravines of the Blue Line.