my strength is sapped
and i'm closing my eyes
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
i'm closing my eyes
it's my place and
think i can make it on my own
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
think i can make it on my own


it's too pained (plain?)
it's too strained (?)
it won't be dressed up
held me for being this way when i've given up


you could comfort and frustrate me
the holes were already there
always to wrestle with in my old mind
i wanted to close my mind


it's too pained (late?)
it's too strained (straight?)
it won't be dressed up
held me for being this way when i've given up

• A Deep Sleep For Steven
• A Thousand Stars Burst Open
• Always I
• Angel (will you be my)
• Babymaker
• Featherframe
• Fell From The Sun
• Fine Friend
• Gesture Of A Fear
• Hair Shoes
• Henry
• Hunted
• Insubstantial
• King Fade
• Language Of Flowers
• Liquid
• Little Gesture
• Little Hammer
• Neverending Night
• One Blue Hill
• Ordeal
• Sea Of Sound
• Shell
• Sight Of You
• Song Of Solomon
• Suggestion
• There Is No Day
• Thread Of Light
• Throwing Back The Apple
• Time Thief
• True Coming Dream
• Under Your Nose
• Way The World Is
• You Tear The World In Two

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