I don't remember this road at all
And of course I'm only watching
from the back window of car
But I don't want to leave
Crawling on my belly and my hands
I was so sure your face would be radiant
And I think I'd rather understand
And all the bells that are
Make the sun and light as
projected on the mountainside
Will smash into the rocks like
Hey now, speak to me in language
That my primitive ears can't understand
It made me a face to go there with them
But that couldn't have been
Don't talk to me about invention
with the movie spinning slow
And screwing all the parchment
Makes for such a complicated note
But I don't want to leave
With microchips in my skull
Telling them the ways I choose to go
And all these precious tired fingers
Will play upon the sinews of my legs
And the sweet smoke, invisible music
I swear that it will not keep you awake
Place in the crossbeam at
And cry it as we say goodbye and float
And are you sure about this winding
The pressure of the twisting in the run
As if my God were different
An d it was mine who came
But I don't want to leave
Swinging on the door jam, looking out
It's so bright and loud inside the medicine
I think I'd rather understand
There are fields of aching,
Tossing to the right in pretty clothes
Make moaning like the screaming woman
That were taken and turned into the void
