Lying on the floor,
I hear it pounding down the door.
All them fuzzy apple thorns are floating in the shower.
Seedy
broken strings,
you tie them with your leather heart.
A wind blazing,
I hope I'm tired, cravings
tearing us apart.
I cry,
oh angel, cry.
Our favorite
disciple
is tearing out his eyes.
I'll live, cry,
oh angel, cry.
Our favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes.
All the things these eyes have seen this time have really
crossed the line.
I think I'll pack up all my * and
cross the Palestine.
Stripped down all my clothes,
I'm gonna run into the wild.
I'm gonna leave you with my best old woman,
leave you with my pride.
I cry,
oh angel, cry.
Our favorite
disciple is tearing
out his eyes.