Blue morning, blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiousity,
My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not
I took the cannonball down to the ocean
Across the desert
Sha la la la la la la, Mmmm...
Uh huh
I was
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and
Just down the street from your hotel, baby
I stay at
When I think of heaven,
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I
This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog
Take the way home
That leads back to Sullivan Street.
Cross
I wanted so badly
Somebody other than me
Staring back at me
But
