I just want to sleep forever, Never see tomorrow; or lead or follow, I don’t want to work forever, Know what I know, or beg or borrow.
Just like old lovers, who never leave home. We’ll forget the city, and forget the roads. ‘Cause we are all rebels; never do what we’re told. We may not grow money, but man we grow old …
Lately words awkwardly fall out of me like your first at bat missing and all that and I can’t seem to finish a simple sentence, a thought progression Guess I need not mention when I stop to think I forget everything and you can’t write it down It’s no verb or no noun It’s like a story told before you ever get old or like a seventh sense, or is coincidence Then we think we’re torn, when really we’re just worn and when we don’t understand, it’s like some divine hand and as the days do pass, nothing in nature lasts and I can’t swallow it. it just seems too big to fit and when the darkness come androgynous and numb say no more in ‘04, be like you’re heavens’ door Thank god for chance meetings, chances are our best things up there with ocean waves, and sleeping in all day and stayin’ up all night and knowin’ you’re so right ahh ahh They’re only words, just leave ‘em out Ain’t no cynicism gonna get me down They’re only words
Scattered Trees - A Conversation (About Death on New Year’s Eve)
…And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry
That everybody’s falling apart You said it doesn’t haunt you like it haunts me That everybody’s falling apart You said I’ll be there when you wake up from this dream When you turn your life into a story Oh and I’ll tell every ghost, everyone that I see I’m waiting here, I’m ready for you I’m waiting here, I’m ready for you…