failing all the fireflies, connecting him with your sighs
reality is on your television
coiling all the live wires, copper lives electric lives
feeding into you and you and you
sentence slip and clock tick, cannonballs can sink ships
rhythm in the fading texas sky is writing in your head
it's full of caged lies, terrors left from selfish times
when monsters came out from under your bed

you can't see past aging wings and badly drawn wire and the fiery scenes
you've been lying awake and dying of pain and wanting to save it all up
you can't believe in angel wings and the things that make the stone girl
if you feel like you're coming unplugged, it's not you, your cord's not long enough

heavy with exertion you're tainted and tamed
but left enough unchained that you don't run away
fluorescents sputter on, badly blinded eyes
aching for the dark, sometime come alive
room after room, blazing with the blame
for international interests and stories of your fate
carpet worn and weary, weighted lonely floor
hasn't felt the air since 1944

you can't see past aging wings and badly drawn wire and the fiery scenes
you've been lying awake and dying of pain and wanting to save it all up
you can't believe in angel wings and the things that make the stone girl
if you feel like you're coming unplugged, it's not you, your cord's not long enough

screaming out of omaha written on the tracks
lies without intention and wars without attack
early morning character is not a judge of heart's
chemistry and radiance and compliance to restarts
train car lit and lifted, shot through with dawning rays
shimmering leaf-broken intimate in selfless ways
not laying cable out behind in every midwest town
a thousand miles per sunrise, you're solar powered now

you can't see past aging wings and badly drawn wire and the fiery scenes
you've been lying awake and dying of pain and wanting to save it all up
you can't believe in angel wings and the things that make the stone girl
if you feel like you're coming unplugged, it's not you, your cord's not long enough


unplugged

BacK



copyright 2003 daniel s. zimmerman