Monday, January 03, 2005

Waking From The Sliver Of A Dream (2001)

strangers in the park
downtown after dark
through the thick of the day
whispers

yens of many songs
woes of many shapes
all hanging from the drapes
in whispers

a man comes up to me
says salvations from the jews
i think i believe that
i've heard old zimmy's blues

some things are too deep
we search until we weep
till we're cryin out like sheep
in whispers
in whispers...

woke up from a dream
about what could have been
lost my mind listening
to whispers

on the streets of lafayette
you can come you can place your bets
on what you can and cannot get
with whispers

this heart is angry
hurt and lonesome too
stranded without mercy
and mad with love for you

some things are too clear
it's like cairo in your ear
some days you wish it all came to you
in whispers
in whispers...

guy comes up to me
says salvations from the jews
i think i believe that
i've heard old zimmy's blues

you're a stranger to me too
but i know who comforts you
with your drops of moonlight falling in whispers
sidle to him slow
and let this evening go
share all you are
in whispers
in whispers...

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