| And maybe I should take a train and lie down in the aisles
|
| Listenin' awhile to the simple beat singing me to sleep
|
| And maybe I wake at the crack of noon, forgetting where I’m from
|
| Guess there was a hole in our saviour’s bag
|
| Where we fell out and some got dragged
|
| And maybe when I grow up I’ll ride out to sea
|
| And tell tall tales of my home town like it’s somewhere good to be
|
| And then the sea is torn apart and I know Moses is the star
|
| I see a rainbow, through the flames in my eye
|
| I never felt this good, I never got this high
|
| And maybe it is evening and the street lamps start to shine
|
| Stretching like a string of sorrows down unto the dazzling waters
|
| Where lonely dockside daughters are pacing out the pier
|
| And they say the old money is passing through
|
| Well smack my brows on the avenue
|
| And then the stars begin to rock like Galileo drunk
|
| And see me looking skyward — not knowing who to thank
|
| For I hurt from holding secrets, this Jericho’s on fire
|
| A burning necklace 'round me, these city walls surround me
|
| I see a rainbow, through the flames in my eye
|
| I never felt this good, I never got this high
|
| I bleed so that the stars may shine
|
| Wild horses are kicking inside me
|
| And maybe some seek comfort here with sounds of crystal streams
|
| With dreams of nightingales, seen only in battered books
|
| Riding from the subway trains, screaming from the cracks
|
| And love like a healer for every wound — but no one’s saved
|
| No one’s immune
|
| I see a rainbow, through the flames in my eye
|
| I never felt this good, I never got this high |