how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where i've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home wake me up inside
wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before i come undone
save me from the nothing i've become

now that i know what i'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

wake me up inside
wake me up inside
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before i come undone
save me from the nothing i've become
bring me to life

frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

all this time i can't believe i couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
i've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

You're out on the ocean and you get pulled down
Freefall to the bottom
Like when you're drowning or falling asleep
You get turned around
And when you think you're swimming to the surface
You're swimming straight down.
Down to the bottom. All the way to the bottom.

"Kapka naivity."
"A moře krve."

It was August. Summer of '82.
You had that rusty old car
And me I had nothing better to do.
You picked me up. We hit the road. Baby me and you.

We shot out of town drivin' fast and hard.
Leaving our greasy skid marks in people's back yards.
We were goin' nowhere. Just driving around.
We were goin' in circles. And me, I was just hanging on.

Like in that Annie Dillard book
Where she sees that eagle with the skull of a weasel
Hanging from its neck
And here's how it happened, listen:
Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin' on.
Together forever.

We were goin' nowhere. Just driving around.
You did all the talking and me I didn't make a sound
If I open my mouth now I'll fall to the ground

If I could open my mouth. There's so much I would say.
Like I can never be honest. Like I'm in it for the thrill.
Like I never loved anyone. And I never will.

Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin' on.
Together forever.

I remember that old coat my grandma used to wear
Made of weasels biting each other's tails
A vicious circle. An endless ride.
On the back of an old woman.

Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin' on.
Together forever.
And me? I'm goin' in circles. I'm circling around.
And if I open my mouth now I'll fall to the ground.

Hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

back up, they want you i swear
you got no worries, you got no cares
all you got is motherf***ers who will jock you
yea, you got money in your pocket

and you shoot off the ground like a rocket
you move so fast, lord you can't stop it
there you are, in the club swinging
and i'm just standing there, standing there laughing

all the things people have you believing
i feel sorry for your a** is out of season
maybe you should think of cutting down drinking
cos you look like a fat brat sinking

i coulda helped you but you had to act out
you dont have a f***ing clue what i'm about

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

i saw it coming through the line like a fullback
you're a crack slack, a f***ing rat pack
you don't react, your not backed
don't give a f***, yes like that

what you gonna do now that you ain't got nothing
look around, honey, you've been fronting
everybody knows that you're a fraud
and i'm making a record

all salutations, no hesitations
no reservations, just cancelations
and if i blow it, then i blow it
cos i'm a poet and i know it

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me

Paul Laurence Dunbar - Life's Tragedy

IT may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.