Lips

You know we say the damnedest things my love
You know we say the damnedest things my love
We must see something here that's invisible to most
Maybe they're not looking close enough
One minute I want to stand the next I'll sit and stare

Have you ever felt this way, are you aware of these things?
Hard to see when your eyes are open
The beauty of guilt and grief and pain is pure and untainted
It needs no explanation or understanding
It just is
It just is and it changes us
It changes us.

Her lips are red, like the dream I had of her precious grief
Her lips are slightly parted and wet and soft and full
They enrage and confuse me and clarify my ideas
And when they speak they sometimes break my heart
And wound
And wound
And wound
Wound my soul

That's where the blood comes from - from the broken heart
That's where the grief hides - in your confused soul
The grief lingers in the air like smoke
The rage resides in everyone

I lift my eyes for the help to come
I don't know what the help may look like
I know it come somehow - someway - dammit, I hope
I see your own smiling face at the dream's end

Her lips are red
Her lips are red
Just like the dream I had
Look to the mountain
Look to the mountain