The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Ayres: The lowest trees

歌詞

I'm feelin' uptight hungry for the half light Taste it like a ceasefire, shocks me like a bare wire A premonition haunts me, lasciviously wants me. My skull so often taunts me, just like a house that haunts me I'm feelin' hard-pressed, breakin' into cold sweats Thirsty for a deep breath, plummeting to my death On a kamikaze mission, a sticky sweet affliction Some sordid kinda fiction, in love with your addiction what's the worst that could happen he intones while the blood drips from his hair and what's the sound of this passion I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care I don't care anymore I'm on the short list, I'm the Last Recidivist I feel a certain discourse, gaining like a dark horse so wake the window leapers, all the winter sleepers Toast the kids in rehab, and put it all on my tab we'll fashion up some wax wings from balsa wood and kite strings of delicate dimension and dubious intentions above the sorrow and the pity, the suburbs of the city betrayed by every last call, this world's a fucking strip mall carved in cold embittered midnights a jagged scar of street lights we'll hurdle high and fall hard we'll wake up in the backyard