Chutes Too Narrow lyrics

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream
and had it nailed to my forehead again
to keep this boat afloat
there are things you can't afford to know
so I save all my breath for the sails.

But you'll find those lingering voices
are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
and make a moron out of you
walking a bridge with weakening cables

Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I've got to leave here, my girl
And get on with my lonely life
Just lay the ring on the rail
For the wheels to nullify

Until this turn in my head
I let you stay and you paid no rent
I spent twelve long months on the lam
That's enough sitting on the fence
For the fear of breaking dams

I find a fatal flaw in the logic of love

Called to see
If your back
Was still aligned
And your sheets
Were growing grass
All on the corners of your bed.

But you've got too much to wear
On your sleeves.
It has too much to do with me.
And secretly,
I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred.

You told us of your new life, where
You've got someone coming round,
Gluing tinsel to your crown;

After that confrontation
you left me wringing my cold hands
we shared some information
we might not recover from
and I watch your convictions
melt like ice cubes in an ocean
you were so poorly cast as a malcontent

You've got them all on your side
that just makes more for doubt to slaughter
"I never knew he thought that!"
I heard you say falling out of the van
"Don't ask for his opinion

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were
to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick
sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long.

After all these implements and texts designed by intellects,
so vexed to find evidently there's still so much that hides;
and though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines
their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine.

I'll try hard not to pretend
allow myself no mock defense
as I step into the night.

Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out

An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
a tragic opera in my mind...
and it told of a new design
in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
the fatal flaw of the red age

Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated

Eyeless in the morning sun you were
pale and mild,
a modern girl.
Taken with thought still proned to care
making tea in your underwear.
You went out in the yard to find
something to eat and clear your mind
and something bad inside me went away.

Quaking leaves and broken light ,
shifting skin,
the coming night ,
the bearers of all good things arrive.
Climb inside us twist and cry.

she shone up bright like a knife
wearing tennis shorts made of stripes
hand in hand to the grass and we got it right
got it nice, nice, nice
just a glimpse of an ankle and I
react like its 18

A cold and wet November dawn
and there are no barking sparrows
just emptiness to dwell upon.

I fell into a winter slide
and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
just eking out my measly pies.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know there is this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.