Lady Drama | A Rock’n Roll Band

This paper’s too good for these words
For these words are a coward’s escape
From the creatures laid hollow by birds and betrayed by the fireworks down on the cape.

And these words are too good for my mind
For my mind is a yellowing hue
I recall only times when these meaningless rhymes could still bring recollection of you.

And my mind is too good for myself
For my selfish dark tenant within
Well, I’d say that I wish that I’d stayed a day more, but the staying was doing me in.

And my self is too good for my god
For my god is an odd little one
I should keep his wings clipped and the talons declawed, but dear, that would be having no fun.

And I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

Well I picture you reading this now
With your feet in that shallowing foam
Can you dare just to stand in the beckoning sand as it calls all its scavengers home?

And I know what you think I will say
That I’m seeking some pardon in you
Well I’m sorry to rain on your sunny parade, but dear, sorry’s not something I do.

I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

Well I can’t make it any more plain
That this poem is not worth your time
Don’t you try to explain all the twists in my brain, cause dear, I’m just a picturebook rhyme.

And I probably look like a fool
Even putting this pick to a string
But you’ve traded your youth for a gambler’s truth, when I’d settle for something to sing.

I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

Every day, the same record plays in the hollows of my bones
A holy ghost, grown so desperate for a song that’s not my own
Now listen fast – this ain’t gonna last – let me take you far from here
I don’t want none of your alibis – just a sympathetic ear

I don’t like this staying up at night but I just need some time alone
Secret things keep landing on my strings before they leave to fly back home
And this won’t justify on the page
And it ain’t waiting ‘round for the break of day.

Candlelight, strange candlelight, falling on an ancient throne
A treasure-hunting amazon, trying to move my cover stone
Can’t you leave just one mystery when you climb into that dawn?
Have mercy on all these memories – kingdoms come and kingdoms gone

Flame so bright, what troubles can you right, when I am burned and turned to breeze?
I would bury the sun inside a loaded gun just to have some guarantees
And I’m just trying to get a rise
So don’t you look at me with my mother’s eyes.

He used to work for money
He used to sleep for rest
And he believed in believing to hide his shy regrets
And every crying schoolboy, so allergic to the dust
He would shower on his heart till the blood began to rust
It’s so easy standing straight now, with a hollow in my chest
And by thoughts cannot be broken, and your words do not impress
And you’re just an animal – a parakeet in a cage,
And if you sing to me of love, it’s just that you’re well-trained.

Well, each day I wake to find a cleaner slate that I’m told to fill again
And I’ll never meet that man that I replace, but I hope that I can call him a friend.
You call this craziness just a poem –
‘Cause there is nothing within you that you don’t already know.

It begins with a bend in the camera lens
Trying to find what was wrong with your heart
There’s a secret tube where the blood doesn’t move –
It just whispers a prayer in the dark
And though you push to make it go
It just hurts to sing this low

Now, it was her that you fought from the edge of your thoughts
At the top of an empty page
If you can’t feel something wild every once in awhile
Are you pacing the floor of a cage?
And all these bars are passing slow
Though you push to make em go

Make em go.

And now she’s dead, dead and gone, like a radio song
That you never will hear again
And though it plays in your mind, it becomes less refined
Till it leaves just the chord at the end
And so you linger on each note
You keep the bars ‘a passing slow

Passing slow

Time to straighten you face, put a weight in her place
Just to feel something drag along
But you get no relief if you cannot believe
What you’re rushing to prove so wrong
It doesn’t matter what you know
Cause you can linger but she must go

Yeah! She must go!

The best among us.
The best among us.
Ready to lead us into light –
He’s got the dream, boys, but none of the pride.

Oh, and I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.

I caught you smiling
I caught you smiling
Can’t you believe it’ll be all right?
Have you a non-ironic side?

Oh, and I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.

Child, you been so long at sea, it’ll take time to trust the ground.
A lifetime of calamity left you afraid of every sound.

But look at your foot, son –
It’s keeping time.
So why are you hiding from
These eyes of mine?

The best among us.
The best among us.
After the bombs and barricades,
Can we be strong enough to celebrate?

Can the center never hold?
I’ll know better when I grow old.

And I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.

In the filtered orange light,
Through the canopy of leaves,
I found him laying in the street,
On a Boston summer’s night

Don’ t you try to make me stand
Don’t you take a soldier’s pride
Well I’m a stranger to my child
And an orphan to my land

Well I looked him up and down
I couldn’t find a pool of blood
Just a picture in the mud
Someone in a wedding gown

And he loosely held a phone
As he stared into that sky
Well I keep giving her a try
But I can’t bear that ringing tone

Oh Selene, if you could know
How that worn-out picture glows
I’m so afraid, when I come home
That you won’t

Said he spent those desert fights
Writing letters in his head
Words that never would be read
By some figment of his wife

Now he can’t escape the thought
Of her reading in his lines
The departure of his mind
In the landing of his shots

Oh Selene, if you could know
How that worn-out picture glows
I’m so afraid, when I come home
That you won’t