Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hands

I've been down-hearted Baby ever since the day we met!

The Child lays down and wrestles in his sleep,
Moonlight's frooze on comic books,
And super stars in magazines,
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet,
A plane takes off from Baltimore,
And touches down on Bourbon Street.

We sit outside and agrue all night long,
About a God we've never seen but never fails to side with me,
Sunday comes and all the papers say,
Mother Taresa's joined the Mob and happy with her full-time job.

I've been down-hearted Baby ever since the day we met!

My-oh-my the thoughts that drift away,
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets said?
If I die before I learn to speak,
Will money pay for all the days,
I lived awake but half-asleep?

Life is time to teach you growing up,
Seconds ticking killed us all a million years before The Fall,
We ride the waves and don't ask where they go,
We swim like lions through the crest,
And bathe ourselves in zebra flesh.

I've been down-hearted Baby,
I've been down-hearted Baby,
Ever since the day we met,
Ever since the day we met!

I've been down-hearted Baby ever since the day we met!

The Gift

Hold me now I need to feel relief,
Like I never wanted anything,
I suppose I'll let this go,
And find a reason I'll hold onto,
I'm so ashamed of defeat.

I'm out of reason to believe in me,
I'm out of trying to get by.

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me,
I don't belong here and I'm not well,
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living,
Right on the wrongtside of it all.

I can't face myself when I wake up,
And look inside a mirror,
I'm so ashamed of that thing,
I suppose I'll let it go,
Till I have something more to say for me,
I'm so afraid of defeat.

I'm out of reason to believe in me,
I'm out of trying to defy.

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me,
I don't belong here and I'm not well,
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living,
Right on the wrong side of it all.

Hold me now I need to feel complete,
Like I matter to the one I need.

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me,
I don't belong here and I'm not well,
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living,
Right on the wrong side of it all.

Now I'm ashamed of this!
I am so ashamed of this!

Oreastes

Metaphor for a missing moment,
Pulled me into your perfect circle,
One wound/One shade/One result,
Liberate this will to release us all.

Gotta cut away and clear away,
Slip away and sever this umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you,
And from pulling you down with me in here,
I can almost hear you scream.

One more medicated peaceful moment,
Give me one more medicated peaceful moment,
And I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility,
Don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility.

Gotta cut away and clear away,
Slip away and sever this umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you,
Slip away and sever this,
Keeping me from killing you.