iacob wrestles the angel


i've grown up in a broken city
i've seen chain but i don't want pity
maybe i'm too young to be demanding
oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust
the devil's after both of us
oh, lay my curses out to rest
make a mercy out of me
just the two of us
we can make it if we try
just the two of us
from i've gotten good at making up metaphors
i've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape
and all these words are sweet and meaningless
you can't trust a single thing i say
howard, now i confess
i'm scared and lonely and tired
they seem to think i'm made of clay
boys working on empty
is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
i just think about my baby
i'm so full of love i can barely eat
so darling play your violin
i know it's what you live for
darling play your violin
we will manage somehow
nothing fucks with my baby
you know the preacher likes the cold
he knows i'm gonna stay
california dreamin'
on such a winter's day
the warm and lovely world we knew
has been struck by a bitter frost
but my sister and i recall with a sigh
the world we knew and loved and lost
beyond your tower's wall
he waits on the killing call
glory and gore go hand in hand
that's why we're making headlines
i'm holding you so long
i will haunt you when i'm gone
something's terrorized my psyche to get even
lately you're the only human i believe in
i tried to understand his logic
but there's just no pattern there
no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
it's hard to peel my heart away
from this city and heart that i need
being away from home with all my weariness
life has reached my lips again
so for how long will you be a vagabond?
the feeling of being without a home
is clinging to my body
the feeling that you have to leave again
i'm gonna look good for you honey
get my myself together
spend you all of my money
and I know it's hard enough to love me
but woke up in a safe house
singing "honey, let's get married"
haven't i given enough?