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You are a drawbridge baby.
I am counting molecules in the air.
Is there a tighter way to draw the drapes to keep out all the despair.
No matter how hard you look it still isn't there.
There is no monster hiding in the closet,
it is just you and fear sitting in that chair.

You got a crimson cough and your hope fell off,
You got fake eyelashes in your hair.
Need is freed by the greed smog in the air.
You are pushing just to get pushed,
and no one cares if its fair.
You might be standing there floating on a penny,
but if it were a nickel it would really impress me and I would stare.

The subway car is sinking in the silt baby,
and the conductor is dead,
but his wife is still telling him he will be late and get fired,
and she won't be able to pay the rent.
Well, the wheels are round and smooth but the track is bent,
While my head is caught feeding the flame.
The carpenter that they sent to repair,
pastes politics to his chair,
he never quite notices that the steel bends his nails,
and he has got silver slivers in his hair,
everything he looks after meets with disaster,
and his teeth are just useless details.

You are lost in the waiting and this fever is to much to compare.
Copper flakes fast from your fingers and delicately crumbles beside your stare.
The cross is hung high in the hallway, breathes out the keys to the delay.
Some shelter and safety from the shiver,
Though it is cold, then colder anyway.
I climb a shoestring,
Sip kerosene,
Fill up my shoes with roots and dead leave,
You walk on broke bones,
Speak in a soft tone,
Set the couch on fire with 12th century love poems.
Erase the days from a baby's ages,
Eat the dust from history book pages,
We pace and pace but no sound will refrain and no reason to be afraid.

Well you are a drawbridge baby,
and I am counting molecules in the air.
Is there a tighter way to draw the drapes,
to keep out all the despair.

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from The World Is Bright And Lonely, released September 23, 2007
US-NCT-07-00005

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