Will ya tell me what I want?
I won't bleed if you're a good shot,
and the apple's the size of,
or bigger than my head and my heart.
And if it's to eat the target with milk,
brown bread, and cheese till I've had my fill,
you shoot the breeze;
surround me with what you will and what I could use.
Things get hotter in the dark, dark water.
It's never the same.
Walk toe-to-heel with your back to a wall,
then grow like you feel yourself getting tall,
I'll stay vertical--drowning like all those sinking ships
must always do.
Beneath the eaves, on the roof of the porch,
sweating the grief from every pore,
heaving the heat of all my clothes burned in a pile
and smoked like god's ghost.
Things get hotter in the dark, dark water.
It's never the same.
I won't bleed if you're a good shot,
and the apple's the size of,
or bigger than my head and my heart.
And if it's to eat the target with milk,
brown bread, and cheese till I've had my fill,
you shoot the breeze;
surround me with what you will and what I could use.
Things get hotter in the dark, dark water.
It's never the same.
Walk toe-to-heel with your back to a wall,
then grow like you feel yourself getting tall,
I'll stay vertical--drowning like all those sinking ships
must always do.
Beneath the eaves, on the roof of the porch,
sweating the grief from every pore,
heaving the heat of all my clothes burned in a pile
and smoked like god's ghost.
Things get hotter in the dark, dark water.
It's never the same.