I wish my love for you like Modigliani I could paint your eyes With all the colour and the light With all the darkness that comes with time I wish my love for you I could write a poem so divine Like the scent of your skin like a lilac kiss Like the taste of a thousand year old wine I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine I wish my love for you I could steal from the silent muse And fill you with the breath of Cohen's delight Inhaled from moments of great beauty and truth I wish my love for you I could peel the sack cloth from off of your eyes And with the tears from a whore or saint Wipe all the bloodied denial from off of your mind I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine I wish my love for you we could sing of hope and passion and light Then my muse, maybe my fingers down your spine Upon your lips across the ink that covers your suicide I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine I wish my love for you I could turn water into wine

There's a candle with no wick In the eyes of many makes the candle useless There were lines of desperation, showed us all just where you've been Now there's a skin graft and an awkward skeleton A dog with a bone Night cloaked in a veil The angel who was devil Blind mans feet and nine inch nails There's a finger dipped in blood Writing scriptures on a mirror The mirror and the scripture All written in your lust Madness sadness All all that good stuff Wrapped up in their politics Wrapped up in their love Wrapped up in the scripture Wrapped up in the Dove There's a finger dipped in blood The mirror and the finger wrapped up in their lust A dog with a bone And the peeling of skin Monkeys and your prophets Redemption and your sins A manicured hand in the till And a savage rape on that cross on the hill A circle of old men throwing stones at the ill And a savage hatred that we hold in our hands still A dog with a bone Night cloaked in a veil The angel who was devil Blind mans feet and nine inch nails A dog with a bone Night cloaked in a veil The angel who was devil Blind mans feet and nine inch nails

Emotions fall out of you Like blood Like tiny rivers waiting for reasons To flood A stolen hand and a Swollen glove Angels of the apocalypse All babbling about love But you're just a junkie mama You're just a junkie for your shame White rabbits dressed in Carousel skins Waltzing with the feet of angels Resurrecting old sins You sit and grin at the feet of some hungry thief With blood drying slowly on his ribs The spike in your hands feels so good You just slide the spike back on in But you're just a junkie mama You're just a junkie for your shame But you're just a junkie mama You're just a junkie for your shame Thoughts fall in and out of you Like rain Like fingers soaked in Demerol Pleasure points for pain A wounded knee and a limp And a crooked cane You thought you'd found something precious Then you lost it again You're just a junkie mama You're just a junkie for your shame Cause you're just a junkie mama You're just a junkie for your shame

Otis sits and eyes her thighs A knife in his hand and some rope by his side The glint of the metal casts a metal glint in her eyes The mirror on the ceiling full of skin on skin skies This is the ballad of a simple man, his lover and the thief This is the ballad of a simple man, his lover and his thief Jenny loved horses, and fairies and smack Jenny was only 16 years old when she Put a knife in her step daddy's back And Otis met Jenny when she was high on the street Selling lipstick massages to the crooked cops on the beat And Otis loved Jenny It was sad but it was true But Jenny used Otis Turned his heart black and blue One day sweet Jenny whispered this in his ear "I'll never love you Otis it's the needle I love dear" This is the ballad of a simple man, his lover and his thief This is the ballad of a simple man, his lover and his thief Otis was a simple man but a fool he was not As Jenny lay bound hand and feet She looked herself in the eye The mirrored ceiling it did not lie It showed her Otis's dismay Tears they fell from his bloody cheek from his chin and down the blade "See now my love" Otis did speak "See now my love what you've done to me" The blade cut so swift And the blade cut so deep And finally Jenny felt the blue steel's heat And Otis wept and Jenny screamed and the blood it bound them both And with her final breath it spat a final halted tongue And Otis raised the blade and plunged it deep into his love And Otis raised the blade and plunged it deep into his throat This is the ballad of a simple man, the lover and the thief This is the ballad of a simple man, that had to kill to find his peace Farewell my love Farewell my love

I have seen red roses burst Into petals of flame That set your paper heart alight again Wrinkles crowd your paper cut eyes Your vacant stare disappears like the sunlight And on my fingers still lie your salty tears Your eyes betray the fact that you still love the one who killed you Your fingers speak of a fragile bone missing, lost, broke or stolen I'm not He I am not Him I'm just a bad reflection Of the man that you wanted me to be The hate you hold so close to you heart And all its past convictions Needs the mirror and needs the sand like a pearl needs the friction To take it out, to put it in, to cancel doubt I have seen red roses burst Into petals of flame That set your paper heart alight again

I'm a stranger in this house There's no pictures of you and me Hanging on these walls And I'm guilty for being a fool Don't take no genius to see that I disappointed you all And I'm sorry if you think my life is such a wreck Be glad to know this house is cold And full of regret And I'm guilty I guess for just being me I hold my hands out in front of you You can throw away the key And the car i drive is a baby blue With a gas gauge don't work too good And the warrant aint all that new But it's a good car most of the time It's kinda like me you know Prefers the journey more than the arrival time Oh but in my next life I'll probably come back as myself With a can of gasoline and a map of all the bridges in your town And if I could change girl Do you really think i would It takes a whole lot of practice To feel this misunderstood Well I'm a stranger I'm a stranger in this house There's no pictures of you and me Hanging on these walls

Take the grapes from the ceiling of the night I'll grab some old six string Sing of darkness and sing of light You sip your wine lover - smoke another cigarette The night is still healthy The sickness hasn't set in yet There's a bird on the moon with a Harpsichord wing Plucking notes of sweet beauty from the Harpsichord strings I waited to see the moon glistening in your eyes Your fingers were wet as they opened then spread... your thighs You said "this is the beginning of a Thousand little deaths" You said it in French And then said it again Your cunt is my salvation for it shines and it waits If salvation is the answer then salvation I will taste Your cunt is my salvation for it shines and it waits And if salvation is the answer then salvation I will taste

Standing in the doorway I turn to see your face again To stroke your grace again Am I ever going to feel your grace again? Walking down the hallway I try to scream your name aloud You turn and smile with your mouth But your eyes say more than your lips shout Crawling down the runway I try to stop the plane from flying out I lie and kick my feet up to the sky And scream and shout like a child Will I ever see your face again Will I ever touch your grace again Will you let me disappear again Under your skin again Crucify then justify It was simpler just by getting high Why did you have to die I can't see your face anymore my friend So show me what it's like Some days I want to come and kiss your hand Roll your eyelids up so you can see again Just like a fairytale in the end Will I ever see your face again Will I ever touch your grace again Will you let me disappear again Under your skin again Will I ever see your face again Will I ever touch your grace again Will you let me disappear again Under your skin again

I've been waiting for the time to come I've been waiting for the time to come When everything that's passed has turned to dust I've been hoping that you'll never leave I've been hoping that you'll never leave I like to finger your cuts when you start to bleed And what I thought was love I know now is hate And what I thought was love I know now is hate To peel your mask means to lose some skin To peel your mask means to lose some skin Your pretty hate machine is wearing thin To peel your mask means to lose some skin To peel your mask means to lose some skin Your pretty hate machine is wearing thin And what I thought was love I know now is hate And what I thought was love I know now is hate I've been lost in a pregnant space Yeah I've been lost in a pregnant space Waiting for God to show his face I've been hoping that you'll never leave I've been hoping that you'll never leave I like to finger your cuts when you start to bleed And what I thought was love I know now is hate And what I thought was love I know now is hate Yeah what I thought was love I know now is hate