Rainbows in the Dark

One, two, three, four!

I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love

Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough

I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove

Which tagged me a naïve son

So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights

And they stuck up their noses and started some fights

Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands

While my father was slaving, my mother explained it

Sometimes that's just how it is

So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy

Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!"

And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy

We finally had front-page news

Although it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh

Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat

I laid on my back, let the punk record spin

The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars

It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark

So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers

They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour

They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial

But I didn't feel them change

Then I met a man with a fist for a hand

Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in

Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed

The gift of a fat-lipped grin

Now they're drilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets

With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings

And even when truth doesn't help with the sting

Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour

You pull them out, feel they're changed

No need for a thousand cranes

So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning

The friends that I have and the shoes we’re not shining

The drunk horn’s so violent, all spinning out sounds

But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud

The newly-born crying realizing what life is

The eyes of my grandfather right before dying

The see-saw of all, its rickety bounce

The feeling of coming, the feeling of going

The mother, the child, the tame and the wild

The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire

The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake

Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river

Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river