Sally
Sing them to me softly
Sing me sunlight and shadows
Orange groves and meadows
Let your voice ring back my memories
Sing my songs to me
Bring my dreams to me
Bring them from the darkness
Let the minutes and hours
Show my mind strange new flowers
But I'd like to know where they go
when the morning comes
Bring my dreams to me
Because it seems to me that there may never be
A better chance to see who I am
Come timelessly dancing
Through my dreams to me
3 1/2
Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
I'm premature in my decay.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words I never want to hear.
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
I'm premature in my decay.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking on my own blood.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking; on my own blood!
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.