Ted's Approval - Barry Bonds
Stare at the wall until it turns into a landscape.
Find yourself standing in miles of snow.
Dream of tomorrow until it turns into last week.
Find yourself last week, an hour ago.
Creep like a child.
Preach like a teardrop
left on a smile
empty and dried out
and dangling in fluorescent light.
There goes your last sacred song in the dead of night.
Suffer in bloom.
Strange fear of water.
Sun bursting through.
Faith under covers.
Fighting for warmth in silence;
Fighting for quiet and peace in the fire.
Where have you been?
I thought you could hear me.
I thought you'd begin
to manifest clearly,
but there I go speaking too much.
And there goes the last sacred song that I'll ever touch.
Don't run away.
Turn to your hometown.
Curl up and stay.
Swim with your legs tied.
Just please don't die on me.
Please don't die on me.
Leave a light on,
just please don't die on me.
