I thought you could stretch me about a thousand miles wide I thought you could test me through a myriad of trials I thought you could burn me in a multitude of fires I thought you might dress me in astonishing attire o be satisfied I thought you could tempt me with uninhibited wiles I thought you could trust me through a million or so lies I thought you could throw me with the Christians to the lions but I thought you would help me get out of here alive o be satisfied I thought you could paint my name with stardust in the skies I thought you could reincarnate me a hundred lives I thought you could lash me to the mast when sirens cry I thought you could save me, I thought at least, you’d try o be satisfied

sang a song in a late night karaoke bar in Japan kinda Aerosmith, Robert Smith, Morrissey, "Because The Night" took a cab ride, a tram trip and entered, tender, into San Fran wound up a little lower, little slower, looking for my mask, my hat, gun, gate, my flight high ho Silver high ho Silver away sang a song in the Funkhaus bunkered down in East Berlin kinda Kreuzberg, Eckleberg, Rollberg into the ride wrote a verse for a girl on a ferry heading into Shenzhen she was a vision fashion, culture-clashing, letting down my guard, my hair, balloon, my pride high ho Silver high ho Silver away but I can't stay here and I can't say why sang a song in a late night karaoke bar in Japan kinda Aerosmith, Robert Smith, Morrissey, "Because The Night" high ho Silver high ho Silver away

should I go out tonight? dancing, beats, smoke and moving lights you could get me inside  we could drink till the sunrise and kiss me once more tonight softly, slowly, instead this time before you have to fly through the summer-stormed southern sky now I've lost my key and so too it seems, my gravity and all of my thoughts and ability  to hear anything but the songs you sing when you speak just like a tune should I travel tonight? chase the moon through the endless sky cross the world, change my life we could meet on the other side and dance with me one more time let's pretend that we'll both survive and everything's alright when our bodies and minds collide now I've fallen to my knees and so too it seems, my sobriety and all my reason and capacity to hear anything but the songs you sing when you speak just like a tune and the lightning keeps brightening the glassy sky and the heat keeps ascending each day and night but this summer of thunder will pass us by should I wander tonight? thought the revelers and traffic lights go watch the incoming tide I could wish you were at my side with that look in your eye subtle, bold, sultry, sparkling, shy nowhere for us to hide  under summer-stormed southern skies now I've been swept out to sea and so too it seems, my stability and all remaining possibility  to hear anything but the songs you sing as you speak just like a tune and the lightning keeps brightening the glassy sky and the heat keeps ascending each day and night but this summer of thunder will pass us by

I do declare, I do despair of finding things more heft than the air that beats against a ragged wing redirects a tattered tail causing outpourings of panicked prayer on takeoff and flight and landing that is to say, I do dismay of finding nights more sheen than the day that envies sibling's sparkling light dreaming of her glittered veil and the fires of passion and play that under her long shroud, ignite so I impart, I do disheart of finding ends more soon than the start that precedes every bow and bend every ripple of the trail every path, shortcut, map, piece and part of any sanct way I ascend

22:59, I walk in off the slippery streets and the crowd turns to look me up and down and there's a girl in my line, throws up smoke in my face like a hooker and my space is feeling all cramped up and noisy and raced but it's ok. It's ok. 23:23, I'm on beer number two or three and feeling more comfortable and as the band plays a rumble she asks me to dance, or at least a semblance, I say thanks, but no thanks, that's not why I came here tonight. She says ok, that's ok. 23:55, some guy looks me in the eye like he knows me or someone who looks like me or knows me and starts talking like he's in a dream, lips dance without sound even when he shouts. It's about this time I become thankful I can lip-read.   23:56, I walk back onto glimmering streets looking for something to eat, not hungry, just scared and in need of some air and the rain feels good on my skin, cleansing, like some kind of late night, polluted baptism and I feel like I'm going to be ok.   23:57, if there's one thing I remember, it's to keep repeating over and over, over and over, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok.

I've begun to speak again this unusual quiet ends breaking bones and loosing flame my tongue shall heal and burn again it might cause pain to feel the sun but in blood I'm undone and when word deceases, then  the quiet falls like a dream again there was a time I could fly it ended when the angel died stripped of wing and shorn of hair for treading where the angel dared I fell so fast, towards the ground hurtled to that sodden brown like a mother, meek and mild I scream into the eternal wild shake from my head the stars escape the deep of my eyes  glisten, like creatures past I don't want this quiet end a strange play now descends exit left from centre stage and scream that quiet unusual rage

from afar we look musical we are selling song from afar we look whimsical so full of light raise up the curtain bring in the stars spin round, reflecting you were one of ours not long ago  long ago from afar we look musical we are selling song from afar we look whimsical so full of light I love you standing in the spotlight crying never let the audience see you from behind fade out the music lights go down

so I write or maybe sing making patterns with bubbles and strings like ink to skin you climb right in scratching surfaces breaking things but let me be close apart from you let me stay next to far from you so I play four on the floor pick the rhythm and alter the score like stick to skin you count me in timing everything wanting more so let me be close apart from you let me stay next to far from you

we speak in whispers, hint and gesture in subtle, subtle tones we row a boat across the narrows, bury secrets in dirt and ditches toss our soiled tools in the shallows and scamper off  though the shadows, alone, alone we scratch our skin with complicated stitches and patterns fascinating lattice laces, tracing backscatter on  underexposed fragments of film, drinking dry pilsners while the flashes explode, unloaded we dress with fancy, fantastic splashes of whimsy and warmth enwrapped in wonder and cloth that rinses easily tubes that slide off slowly and layers that forgive and forget, lie forgotten, but so close we watch and wish through tingling ice drops and wild wind drifts bodies mingling, children's tears ringing in our ears and fears forgotten, no more, no more memories we sink into these waters, cold and deep