Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile

Concerning confrontations

This is a shy and quiet morning

The sleeping dogs awoke last night

The thunder scares them stiff-eyed



Exercise your exorcisms

Anchor down, raise the sail...

Autumn night, stay soft and cool...

Come morning light, I'll be gone



Spectators are tired of watching

They're filing out the big top doors

I'm buried in the smell of circus

Those dark clouds are rolling in



Drunken mouth, kitchen smile

Please summon me softly to sleep

We never talk, we only speak

Today I've seen a dragon

On the ripped up worn-out arm rest

Stay back, this skin is laced with sticks of dynamite

I'll be burning out like a shooting star

A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings

I should be on trial for everything I haven't done

I should be on trial

For everything I haven't done...