Skyscrape - Idaho

These eyes are weighted lives So in my head first fall I hope that there's a way To breathe you someday Am I just staring at the sky My crooked life is dead I h

Only to lose my foothold Me inside giving up for real The slope is hard There's got to be someone Got to find a way out of a bind My legs grow numb There's cott

Pomegranate bleeding inside Let it happen or wash it away 'Cause I know these questions are looking at me Baking in the sun there is no sheltering me From the r

So rough to hide Like a barnacle Where are you going There is snow covering your blankets You wish you could Love the loving How can you leave With nails in you

Inside this tree There is one endless sky Like a drape of crystal smell Thirty years are gone They all end in this house Where the senses love to drown Late Dec