I spent some time inside the rhyme
And tried to see what I could find
To prove that there was room
Room to carry on
I bended low, between the notes
The silence filled with desperate hopes
That something will remain
Something will remain when I am gone
When I am gone
Just one more night, and I will write the perfect song.
Oh, my daddy was a pastor’s son
My momma was a saint
But only in the righteous word
Can righteous folks feel safe
And never did I chase her car
Down the lonely block, but every
Night my momma kissed me soft
Said forgive me for the day when I escape
When I escape
Just one more night, and I will finally catch a break.
I’m looking for the hidden fire
That dances through this copper wire
And pushes pretty pictures
Pictures into you
What once has died behind my eyes
Inside your ear will be revived
But don’t you think it’s funny?
Funny how we never share the room?
We share the room
Just one more night, and we will rise from every tomb.