On one hand I'm dead or alive
Or wounded with a dagger in the side
I'm wounded on one hand
And fast before the concrete shuffles you away
He knows that the air is dark and so is your face
He knows that your hair from root to end
Is colored with the taste thats so cultured to no extent
And you know I'll weep
And you know I'll sing
With your fingernails across my cheeks
And I'll still drink, and I'll write
And I'll feast upon the evergreens
And I'll stare directly at the sun
So that I can see a hole in everyone
But me
In the end we end up young again
Feet wet on the asphalt thinking of rain
I need the comfort of youth
I need the comfort of you
I need to taste the wine
I need to taste the bloody kind
I need to feel your warmth
I need to watch you glow
I need to feel your industries burn
In the damp dark hole
And I'll tell all of you
I'm grinning my teeth are like you
And I'm choking death at the neck
Thank you for the arms you gave
I'm sorry for any love I've misplaced
I'm not cold, tell me I'm not blue
There's an ocean beneath everyone
And I'm swimming out to you