Pale New Dawn

sickly surrender to cola remember machines

shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams

go to the room with the chair and wait for your life

scared that the voices i hear may never be mine

seven december a paper back letter recalls

you knew such happiness crashing her loveliness one wedded fall

cutting through gray where you're holding the pages amazed

cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades

pale new dawn put something on

you're thinking faster than i run

now the more i get connected

the less i know who i am

and it feels like i'm the only one

the month has gone rabbits the winter is taking my life

am i a passenger passing through scenes in someone else's life

cold will outlast me apartments are castles in space

warm with the void holding court in a four poster grave

pale new dawn put something on

i hate the shape of things to come

now the more we get connected

the less i know who you are

i dont' think you thought that far

they gave you a food stamp

for the air sucking wound in your chest

all the best. all the best.

strange pale fighter you only grow lighter in time

willfully silent declaring yourself with your cold scribbled rhyme

making her find you beneath all the skin of your mind

she's digging towards nothing a hollowed out center in time

pale new dawn put someone on

i hate the shape of all you want

now the more you get connected

the less i get who you are

but i don't want to think that hard

it's a lonely way to live

when you take what you give (and you don't give in)

in a nation of promises

your anonymous promises