Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Harrowing, maybe.

If the elephants have past lives
Yet are destined to always remember
It’s no wonder how they scream
Like you and I they must have some temper
And I am dreaming of them in the plains
Dirtying up their beds
Watching for some sign of rain
To cool their hot heads
And how dare that you send me that card
When I’m doing all that I can do
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is to just forget you

If the tiger shall protect her young
Then tell me how did you slip by?
Oh my instincts have failed me for once
I must have somehow slept the whole night
And I am dreaming of them with their kill
Tearing it all apart
Blood dripping from their lips
Teeth sinking into heart
And how dare that you say you will call
When you know I need some piece of mind
If you had to take sides with the animals
Won’t you do it with one who is kind

If the hawks in the trees need the dead
If you’re living you don’t stand a chance

For a time though you share the same bed

There are only two ends to this dance

You can flee with your wounds just in time

Or lie there as he feeds

Watching yourself ripped to shreds

Laughing as you bleed

So for those of you falling in love

Keep in kind keep it good keep it right

Throw yourself in the midst of danger

But keep one eye open at night

Those last four lines sort of kill me every time. The Album.

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