“Bullet holes and bruises And some kind of story

Some kind of miracle

Some kind of bird that sang through the night”

“If my spirit could make a sound

It would crumble freeway bridges

It would shake the clouds so violently

That they would forget how to be clouds

Just like l've forgotten what it feels like To be whole”

“He strapped me down and spoon-fed me

Injustice, confusion, and rage

Until I was too full to move.

He told me this is all there is.”

“Nothing much has changed

Since I have been running from the sun

Many nights of rest I've missed

By chasing the moon around the planet

Afraid that the sun will see and

speak the truth about me”

"I can't put out the fire

But I'll stay with you

While the edges of the night

grind against your temples"

"A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later, 

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next"