Текст песни Time - Bride

I got a raindrop on the tip of my tongue
If I get all I want I will have to give you some
Im the beggar, the thorn in the brow
I am the cross you force and twist into the ground

Butter so stiff that it wounds my bread
Got a dew drop omelette an trash can lid
Aint got no loafers to warm my feet
Funny paper stimulates comic strip heat

Crack vials breaking like a shotgun blast
How long can the sounds of a cat fight last
Howling at the moon for friends who have passed
On Sunday well fly black flags from the mast

Ive been hurting deep in my soul
Does anybody have the time Holy Ghost

Diesel is the smeel of a Mississipi grill
Played trombone once for a delta dollar bill
Pull the snow around me snug me like a blanket of wool
If a lie here to freeze to death Id be another fox hole fool

I got nothing new its used, borrowed and spent
Good Friday, Ash Wednesday, and a pocket full of lent
Living in a box of cardboard and gray
Made a window, made a sign, woudnt mind working a little bit

I cant sleep, I cant think
Life has poured me a glass that I cant drink
The rim is jagged like a razors blade
And has left a scar that will never fade
My thoughts are daggers on every nerve
Life is a slow song with dirt words
When I get to heaven will I wear a mask
That is a question I must ask