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Apr 25, 2007 20:35


i am holding half an acre
torn from a map of Michigan
and folded in this scrap of paper
is a land i grew in

think of every town you've lived in
every room you've laid your head
and what is it that you remember?

do you carry every sadness with you
every hour your heart was broken
every night the fear and darkness
lay down with you

a man is walking on the highway
a woman stares out at the sea
and light is only now just breaking

so, we carry every sadness with us
every hour our hearts were broken
every night the fear and darkness
lay down with us

i am holding half an acre
torn from a map of michigan
i am carrying this scrap of paper
that can crack the darkest sky right open
every burden taken from me
every night my heart unfolding
my home

--

opened my eyes, had a dream last night
that both my arms were broken
evening time
help me now or hold me down
i feel my world is tumbling
spiraling down

oh, my love i can't let go
somethings wrong, i can't let go
nature's cruel she laughs at me

as i make my way through the century
as i slowly turn to house dust
tumbling down
the rain comes down like a victory
in sheets of shining memory
over and over, circling around

oh, my love i can't let go
somethings wrong, i can't let go
nature's cruel, she laughs at me

almost too much for my heart when it rains 
oh tears my soul apart when it rains, it rains so slowly
in the city where i'm from.

--

twilight fades through blistered avalon
the sky's cruel torch on aching autobahn
into the uncertain divine
we scream into the last divide

you make me real
you make me real
strong as i feel
you make me real

Sheila rides on crashing nightingale
intake eyes leave passing vapour trails
with blushing brilliance alive
because it's time to arrive

you make me real
you make me real
strong as i feel
you make me real

lately i just can't seem to believe
discard my friends to change the scenery
it meant the world to hold a bruising faith
but now it's just a matter of grace

a summer storm graces all of me
highway warm, sings silent poetry
i could bring you the light
and take you home into the night

lately i just can't seem to believe
discard my friends to change the scenery
it meant the world to hold a bruising faith
but now it's just a matter of grace.
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