Song Description

track from sad girl's TWENTY YEARS cd

Lyrics

bethlehem

from Bethlehem to nowhere...
you know I got it awful bad
In her sweater made of mohair...
You can?t touch her when she's sad
You should see us when we?re gleaming...
you should hear us whisper through
And our privacy is screaming...
bed rags white against the blue

I am far beyond the blaming...
?neath the windows of her faith
I need breaking, she needs taming...
I?m a street boy to her waif
And she wonders why i haunt her...
I paint shadows on her soul
All I want is just too want her...
To have wanting make me whole

She picks flowers down in hades
and my tongue burns when she speaks
and I think back to the ladies
that I thought were so unique
and she looms so high and mighty
in her new cast iron dress
and she bows to me politely
as the sun dies in the west

it was raining when she found me?
she said, ?tell me this is it?
I said, ?tie your hair around me?
And she made a tourniquet
there is nothing we agree on?
but that nothing?s not enough
and she tells me I?m a peon
so I grin and call her bluff

I have never been to mecca,
but it?s empty so, I?m told
she is gone, but I detect her,
as she wanders in the cold
With a broken hand I reach her?
And I whisper ?I?ll be there?
And I hope that I don?t teach her
that it hurts too much to care

There will be never another?.
There was never even her
As we bury and discover
All the things we never were
Rabbit?s feet and four leaf clovers
our good luck went to our head
now our mouths are left hung over
from the pretty things we said

hear the bells ring out our dyin?
play our hundred shades of guilt
and we murder both the lions
on the arc that we have built
baby please let?s have a triple
and I use it as a crutch
and I run like I?m not crippled
cause i love her way too much

there is great safety is in numbers
and that?s why I?m my own
pourin? mercy in a tumbler
Taking time on all alone
And she calls me` to the moonlight
with a sword in either hand
And she slices me to ribbons
and it ends just how I planned











I can hear the thunder clappin?
But I?m not sure who it?s for
I can hear the raven tapping
Gently at my chamber door
I can hear the sound of helpless
When the pressure starts to lift
I can feel myself grow weightless
so I close my eyes and drift