and the earth underneath
turns to sand
the ugly one with the jewels
a devil in helsinki,
sent newspaper
clippings
makes no sense at all
makes no difference at all
the road to the western lands
I just want to see his face
gloria in elcelsis Deo
sick boy, in his faded blue jeans
makes no sense at all
makes no difference at all
coming around again
I don’t want to discuss it
then you call and I have to leave
a long pause
covered in honey
showered in beer
I woke up in a strange place
hear with his hands
to hear me with his heart
makes no sense at all
makes no difference at all
tear the petals off of you
the desert in her stare
on the day I was born
the gathering consequence
you can have my isolation
you can have my absence of faith
when I tried to compete for a more expensive seat
make me feel dangerous…
you think you can tell
who controls the present now
lounging,
parent’s house
makes no sense at all
makes no difference at all
