Live from the Corona Theatre

couldn’t shake the cold away a year alone, stock still and stuck in snow

two black eyes, this phoney smile my senses dead, my body bent in ice

then you took off your winter clothes and you leaned against with your eager innocence

my brittle knotted wrists twitched reaching out for it

when we’re running from the hospital, don’t stop. don’t stop. though the guards’ll call, and the cops’ll come, don’t stop. don’t stop. they do not know us. we don’t stop because of our love. our love. and we don’t need their law, like the paper it’s written on, it will fade. it will melt away. like snow, it runs to the river below

you’ll be a bright light coming out of the dark all the doctors blinking hard you’ll be lightning coming out of a storm it’s a message! it’s a miracle!

you will do alright you got your mother’s eyes you got your daddy’s head, everything you need

for this hard ride they’ll be strapping you on oh the ups and downs and you can’t get off! yeah, it’s trouble we’re handing off and you gotta do better than us

but it’ll be alright you got lots of time you got your daddy’s love, everything you want

i can feel you, and what you’re going to be you’ll be stronger, you’ll be smarter than me! oh baby! i’ll say it again you’re the most incredible thing!

sorry this is it it’s cold and hard and badly lit and there’s no backing out of it

so forget where you’ve been it’ll never be that good again and we must only look ahead

soon you’re thirty three and everything you tried to be was pulled apart by fear and greed

but young hands can build you up and carve your face in honest rock sunlight on your noble jaw

young hands build you up…. so i’m happy that you’ve come along i’m happy that you’ve come

long we were searching these serpentine streets for the signs of a spark fucking around in the dark then long we were held in the thrum and the desperate heat of the clubs drinking deep from that cup

we’d drink it up

each step was something the beat in the blood and the heat in our hands of twelve regular men so when we come down cathedral street hollow and beaten, to the room that i rent i’m going back up again

i’m going up

but while everything is blooming you know the wilting always waits to steal away your body, to steal away your brains

oh man i hate this part, when the car sails off the bridge am i the knuckles white inside? or am i the water rushing in?

am i rising up? singing:

silent night, holy night take my eyes, take my mind and lay me down! oh! sweet winter kiss on these heavy lids! sweet winter gift of dreamless sleep, lay me down! draw me out! no!

doctor unbandage my eyes i feel the light and i’m ready to be out in it doctor uncover my ears I hear the chorus weeping, i see the people singing: doctor unbandage my eyes i feel the light and i’m ready to be rising! doctor uncover my ears! I hear the chorus weeping! i see the people singing:

let the loser up. let’s get him up.

in the white i wake up in the white i die and somewhere in the red i see your eyes

and in the green i’m out walking and in the green i live but somewhere in the red i have your lips

i dreamed of eyes… i dreamed of ears…

and in the blue i’m rising like an ocean and in the blue it’s down i sink but somewhere in the red i taste your skin

the girls they loved his face cut their fingers when they could not look away but joseph never saw a thing his eyes were wrapped in all of these dreams in coloured cloth and autumn grain coloured cloth covered with bloody stain

no love, without the pain but we learn to love again.

i dreamed of mine i dreamed of yours

and in the black I feel you and in the black I sense that somewhere in the red the colours end

in the wet grass out back we spread the sheet and with one last easy laugh the night released we breathed the dark, the shaking stars the distant, constant cars breathed the sweet air between us

what was it like? to be young, strong, stupid and drunk soft in the jagged night my open, rosy throat dekeing secret knives now we close these petals to the oncoming ice

and i’m not coming out, i’m not coming out, i’m not coming out, i’m not coming out.

my love, my love is dead i buried it in the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind my love, my love is dead i buried it and it’s better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind my love, my love is dead i buried it just an honest kid, i always did everything they said my love, my love is dead i buried it what a senseless thing! this heart in shreds in the whipping wind!

the road bends long, like mother’s arms reaching for these four black tires and through the night, our knuckles tight we knock off miles and yellow lines

and when it all comes in it’s the biggest thing it’s the blooming night in the white of your bright blue eyes and when it all goes past, it’s the fastest wind and we make it, we make it, we make it

and we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash

the road comes round, it’s a curving crown and our tired temples try and wear it proud cause you get away from all you made all the kid’s mistakes you were taught to make

but we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash

at last we stop when the night comes on and i drive into you, like i’m driven to do and when we then lie still, i still feel the road go, and them spinning wheels…

(the minutes dropping off, the miles are dropping off…) (obedient kids, obedient kids, look what we missed, being obedient kids…) (we go by a million minds, we go by a million dreams, a million silent buried seeds we go by a million lives, we go by a million streets, million silent buried seeds…) (we are seeds…)

and we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash

get your things we’re leaving when the morning birds are singing we’re sailing

cause its time to go what’s to come only fate can show see her move like a toreador wielding her cloak and sword

but i believe if we run into red full speed then there isn’t a blade beneath keen enough to pierce our skins cause we won’t let it in (in)

i’ve carried this preconceived false belief that secretly everybody’s fooling me just acting sweet

but i’m not taking it anymore cause the only thing that i ever learn is when trusting a stranger your trust will be returned (return it)

so we’re taking the boat tonight we’re taking our aging lives and we’re waving a new goodbye our arms open wide (wide and wide-eyed)