It's beautiful here In this dry sandy river, In the hot blue light Of the pale sweating moon. The stars are all hanging On bent silver paper clips, The sun will be rising But I'll be long gone.
There's nothing here but hot white sand and broken glass. How many miles away is the ocean? 'Cos I'm tired of crawling on my hands and my knees, I can't remember what standing up feels like. But when I get there I'm gonna dive right in, Cold salt water On my grateful skin. I'll take a stick And write your name in the sand, Then I'll watch while the waves Obliterate it....
Wish I could collect Every tear you've ever shed In a silver plate engraved With a picture of Tara. I'd leave it in the sun, Watch the water drying up, Then I'd wash the salt away In a cool and flowing river. It could go home to the sea, Leave your eyes all grey and fresh, Leave your soul unbruised And open to the light.
If I leave the party now, I think I could leave without regrets. I think I could hear the door latch closed behind me, And walk down your cold grey stone steps In the rain, To the empty dark street with a smile on my face, And your smooth and sandy, hot dark taste On my tongue.
I know my heart's broken in seventeen places, I know I've got scars that will never heal. But the blood is dripping and staining my t shirt, Your lips kiss the wounds, your teeth scrape my soul.
I live near the ocean, which keeps me sane in a tidal way. I have three best friends: a beautiful and talented artist, a gorgeous and loving gothic pixie, and an adorable ghost who has become my soul mate and the love of my life. I guess you could say I'm blessed.