i was up all night again, boning up and reading the American dictionary
you’ll never believe me what i found
think i better follow you around
[now i have been quiet in the early]
now i have been quiet in the early
rumblings of morning thunder and rustling
bed sheets my time has come to answer god
and come to my senses do you believe
that i could be so evil or so cruel
do you believe in me anymore I
would not fault you if you said softly no
your sins are not forgiven your love is
a false pretense an impulse of demons
a projection of senses a river’s
bed waiting for rain or water or a
rush of salt blood from your wounds you might ask
do you need love more than you need me
do you need nothing and want everything
In the smallest hours of the morning
while I was busy dreaming
of tender hearted girls
and a world without end
forever and ever amen
