This brusque summer's gossip has caused my heart...
within its implications I find no room to writhe...
Living in a delusional world
Protest to live in reality...
Covered in ivory clouds that the wind steals,
Selling to drought at a criminal price...
Time
I hate it...
Sinful lips
Bedroom eyes...
Blinded by these signs of death
we failed to do the math...
Hand inside the honey jar
Face deep in the dirt...
If I wrote a love song that made you smile
and all the while it's sang with style...
Created in the image and likeness of the divine
Some words pass through me as if they were mine...
When my heart
Lay here broken...
Wide Awake Road
Tentative silhouettes...
You try to get the words out to tell me how you...
Maybe if you let it out then your heart can...