(Townes Van Zandt)

Won’t you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing.
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
up the time that’s passing.
Breath I’ll take and breath I’ll give
pray the day’s not poison
stand among the ones that live
in lonely indecision.

Fingers walk the darkness down
mind is on the midnight.
Gather up the gold you’ve found
you fool, it’s only moonlight.
If you try to take it home
your hands will turn to butter.
You better leave this dream alone
try to find another.

Salvation sat and crossed herself
and called the devil partner.
Wisdom burned upon a shelf
who’ll kill the raging cancer.
Seal the river at its mouth
take the water prisoner.
Fill the sky with screams and cries
bathe in fiery answers.

Jesus was an only son
and love his only concept.
Strangers talk in foreign tongues
and dirty up the doorstep
and I for one, and you for two
ain’t got the time for outside.
Just keep your injured looks to you
we’ll tell the world we tried

Keep your injured looks to you
we’ll tell the world we tried.

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