its the comfort in a bathtub full of ice its the promise of a peaceful afterlife from the string of a violin thats wound too tight and its gasping for oxygen its a "signal" thats sent out "over the air" at the speed of a thousand unheard prayers its the faith in the chemicals a shot in the dark the size of a particle ITS THE BLOOD FROM A NEON SIGN TRYING TO LIGHT A WAY THROUGH YOUR INSIDES MAKE A MAP OF THE BADLANDS WATCH YOUR LIFE SLIP THROUGH YOUR HANDS THEYRE NOT FOR SHAKING THEYRE NOT FOR PRAYING THEYRE JUST FOR HOLDING CLOSE EVERYTHING YOU LOVE IN THIS FRAGILE LITTLE DREAM











