Lyrics Hairshirt Fracture - Jim Carroll

Hairshirt Fracture

It’s a garbage truck hour, I’m sleeping in the shower
I’m feeling like I’m waiting on a train
By the sounds from my bed I think somebody’s bled
All over something someone’s keeping clean
I don’t need anything, just make it bright
Then turn it low
You don’t need more than me
You could live right there beneath the stairs
I’ve done it, I’ve said all I can, I’ve reached the end
Now you must learn to bend
Bend to the floor, taste the core
You’re not going nowhere
Leave the money right there
I feel the arrow sticking in my ear
We owe so much we pawned
Now watch the power come undone
I’m standing on my head to watch the day just drift away
This city always makes the same mistakes, asleep or awake
I’m sick of waking up inside white balloons
Inside of blue balloons
New York air is sweet tonight
There’s no stars but that’s all right
I’m breathing