What else could we do but go look

For something new away from the old place

Time will pass, weeds will be growing

Growing where they want to grow after the storms have raged

Cut the blossoms off the weed

Hoard the thorns, drop the leaves

One by one, love me not but love me, love me please

And they buried us not knowing we were seeds

Time is a bird with a mean, hooked beak

And he's just waiting around to work on you and on me

Share a private wince, feel the pulse

On the inside of a wound begun to weap

Shotgun wedding, black on blue

The river swelling like a bruise

We were kissing in the car like libertines

And if you hold me, just ignore what I say

And love me reckless in spite of the neck brace

And if the welcome's worn but the room is warm

Cut the bandage all the way down to the waist

Wash us in the river, sparkling clean

Hooked up to the wires and flashing lights of the healing machine

Wide awake and I can't get to sleep

I'm wide awake and I can't fall asleep