The Unattractive, Portable Head

(альбом: Daughters - 2010)

"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall who is the fairest one this fall?"

I've spent a season with the wolves at the door
With dirty magazines, spread out, all across the floor
Some say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
But that's just a lazy way to dismiss the seed
This seed is looking to put on a few hundred years
And willing to earn them through your blood and your tears

I want you to listen to the sound of my voice
And know I was created by chance not by choice
Some may call that the death of the light
But I only call it "Embracing the night"
Too many hands are held out to take
Too many hands aren't prepared to break
Now, for another season with the wolves at the door
Hungry and scratching and begging for more

There is a future your eyes may not see
There is a future you may not believe
There is a future that will be here in time
But some won't make it to sign on that line

I've seen an endless sky of ships explode
And realized some men, will never make it home
We near a time when all of us will know
When we find out, do we really reap what we sow?

It will be cold when the rain comes down to lose the tears as they fall
I will be cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then and then and then...
I want to cast off the wings of desire
I want to be buried in a field of fire
I want to stand up and be twenty feet tall
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all