My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes, I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind
He said, ?You stand in your own shoes? I said, ?I'd rather stand in someone else's? He said, ?You look from your direction? I said, ?I like to keep perspective
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Sunday or Monday A march over months of the year This
50-50 chance The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid
Men in a war If they've lost a limb Still feel that limb As they did before Men in a war If they've lost a limb Still feel that limb As they did before
Those whole girls Hurl down words Run in packs With bloom to spare They know health Know it well Skim the cream And fill the brim Drip with news Spin
Institution Green The walls are cracked and dim And we are standin' in a line Waitin' for our faces to be seen Institution Green Watch the floor and
Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the
Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done By numbers, by mirrors, by water By dots made at random on paper By salt, by dice, by meal, by mice
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before
Somewhere in a room With a poster on a wall Of a man with his hand In a fist Is a woman who's drinking And her dress is so tight You can see every breath
It's a one time thing It just happens a lot Walk with me and we will see What we have got My footsteps are ticking Like water dripping from a tree Walking
Even if I am in love with you All this to say, what?s it to you? Observe the blood, the rose tattoo Of the fingerprints on me from you Other evidence
You come from far away With pictures in your eyes Of coffee shops and morning streets In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral Where
It won't do To dream of caramel To think of cinnamon And long for you It won't do To stir a deep desire To fan a hidden fire That can never burn true
Today I am a small blue thing Like a marble or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin
If your love were taken from me Every color would be black and white It would be as flat as the world before Columbus That's the day that I lose half
(Slug) I was sitting at the stoplight In my car rolled down the windows When this driver pulled on side of me And offered me some indo I told her that
