thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose My life is part of the global life I'd found myself becoming more immobile When I'd think a little girl
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the
You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They
saint somehow) I saw you runnin' to jump in (Become the beggar now) (Become the saint somehow) I swore, I'd never be your sinner (Become the beggar now) (Become the saint
things didn't keep getting harder She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr The girl with the weight of the world in her hands I wonder which saint
hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose My life is part of the global life I found myself becoming more immobile When I think a little girl
become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint
For you I would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
know what's wrong It's the queen who closed the door the family that lies The people who turn the cat that has died The boy that ods the girl with a
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the bayou with our tailights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the stateline And we never had the money
Welcome me to your city of angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials
wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint The edge of death would disappear leave me nothing left to taint I wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes sympathize
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand The gold and the rainbow and nothing panned out as I planned They say only milk and honey's gonna make
