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Bird Of Youth
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Spearfish
Signs with carved warnings fill the spaces
In the hills, surrounding portraits of the past,
And the excuses I played
One day I got angry so I wrote them all down
And filled a notebook
With the pieces of the mess I'd made
Spearfish in the spring, it's just like climbing
Everything, it's just like rusty silver rings
And black gold shaped like blades
I like liquor too, and I like street names
And tattoo flames, I need people,
I hate pennies, sometimes I can't behave
She left the old book in new york
The pages were bent and words didn't work
And she couldn't argue with that
Then she stripped down to the skin
Just to see what it felt like to say that she'd sinned
Now she's talking in her sleep
And this blank page goes out to you
Her name was Sasha, yeah, or was it now,
She's not allowed a language with to share
Just rooms, cut cold from her mind
This happened and then that, was it Paris,
Was it painful, was it London,
Was it laughing, places bound in exile
Walking down the streets,
How all the days just turn to drink
Sand all the spaces seem to shrink
Until the morning reclines
This tiny room, it scares her
And it dares her to be lovely
And to tear herself from living,
'ain't it quite like old times?'
I left the old book in new york
The words were a blur and the pages were torn
And I couldn't argue with that
Then I slipped down to Berlin
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Just to see what it felt like to say that I'd been
Now I'm talking in my sleep
And this blank page goes out to me
60 years later, in the sequel it was safer,
So she said...
What did you tell your friends
Did you say you were pretending
Did you think you were so wounded
Your tail clipped, your ego spoon-fedby the girl
You thought you'd broken
Did you say she was a token
Of the lie that got you moping
Feeding lines you wrote with your pen
Did it cross your mind that maybe
She lied too when she was waking up
To red wine in a hotel cup
And messes she could not clean up
She didn't mean a thing to you
But hey, she never wanted to
Don't take the credit you're not due
Cause we all knew full well it wasn't true
And I didn't know her, but I saw the pages
Where they broke her down
On paper it played out
Like stories cut from the vine
In the plane, these words are falling
From mountains, so I grab ahold
And I never, ever want to get off this ride
We both spend too much time putting
Out fires, but if we just let them burn,
Then maybe, yeah maybe,
We'd have something to keep
Today I stood propped up on a wooden fence
Over a country years and volumes
In between the places she and I sleep
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