The day tasted like ocean and my father’s cigars
Felt like the back of your head while you’re counting up stars
Looked like a bug while you’re spitting on it
And it smelled like sunscreen and freshly cut grass
I told you about this, you shut me up fast
You said, “All days smell like desperate kids.”
(Our talks always end with something like this)
I’ve got this notion in my head I’m getting too old
Been watching movies all my life I’m totally sold
On the idea of death as a romantic trip
Grew up in an old house with creaky floorboards
I’ll die in a hospital in the arms of a nurse
And that’s really everywhere I’ve ever been
(From my front porch to the end of the strip)
I used to know recipes and a couple card tricks
The order of planets and baseball statistics
O, I don’t know nothing anymore
I’ve got an empty head that tells me keep going
But everything I love winds up ruined
I can’t love nothing anymore
(So sorry, but no I can’t love you girl)
I feel crazy most days, there’s a hum in my brain
Humming’s good for me, I don’t complain
Humming and standing a little too close to the fire
Burns off all my hair, burns off all my skin
Human being weaknesses
Still I can’t help feeling like what I’m doing is right
(Ten thousand years later, we’re still in love with the sky)
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Hum (Sky)
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