Thursday, January 20, 2005

You've got a gall
To turn around and tempt me.
Make me crawl
To prove your heart is empty

I want to fall
I climb
With that intention.
My china doll
Fragile in my fingers
When you fall
You'll wish that you had stayed

Bring down the walls
Break out the planes of plenty
Bring down the rain
In droplets one through twenty

I'll count them all
I'll tell each one
To come again
You'll watch us fall
You cannot help but wonder
When the next parade may call.

The siren calls
I fill my ears with honey
Fire falls
We watch it turn to money
I'll count it all
I'll watch it fly and multiply
You think you're small
You want to change
but you're afraid
the flames
Will fall on your parade …