hotel, twenty dollars a night nineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and bright too exhausted to think or to talk young boys from bangledesh breakdancing on
woke up this morning about a quarter to five said the prayer you'd taught me to keep myself alive, it burned my tongue. it burned my tongue. fried some
thirty story hotel overlooking the sea friends on either arm supporting me it's hard to walk now but i will go down somehow i'm going down the old road
field where the truth will be revealed if you're really listening. hosannah, hosannah, i am saved by the blood of the lamb. one day when i was lost, he died on
dont like going to the doctor. i don't like looking at the mirror. i like looking out the window, watching the waves break. do i have to hit you over