This End Of The Telescope

I was born in the summer of Sam

Smaller and sooner than planned

Oh, in the spitting image of a man

Raised by wolves on the fat of the land

Clear of romance, beauty and damned

Tomorrow will come if she can

Just want a woman who can walk on a wire

With a trembling glass in her hand

Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls

Down the valley deeper still it goes

Got my weapons out, I'm laying low

On this end of the telescope

Alone you ramble the whole of the world

Through black water jungles for bliss

It's feast or famine you eat what you kill

There's no need to bring God into this

My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone

Some people too heavy to hold

Salutations take me as I am

You can have me or leave me alone

Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below

Here in death you see new adventures grow

I see you at last but mostly a ghost

On this end of the telescope

This will not be easy

Word's out, the doctor is not coming in

This genie's too angry to go back

Into the bottle again

Closer than ever and covered in birds

A bone colored moon fills the west

Now, throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl

As time will divide us in gangs

Now, years of progress digging the sand

Companions we made didn't last

Lousy lovers do well with their hands

But I'll reach you like nobody can

Now, slow and easy you let your paddle go

Down at the bottom there's more hell to row

I see clear at last, I love, I loathe

On this end of the telescope