Lilacs

I wake up feeling nothing, camouflage the wavering sky I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby And the lilacs drink the water, and the lilacs die And the lilacs drink the water, Marking the slow slow slow passing of time I get so angry, baby, at something you might say I dream about an awful stranger, work my way through the day I run it like a silent movie, I run it like a violent song I run it like a voice compelling, so right it can't be wrong If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe I'll fill myself back up like I used to do And if my bones are made of delicate sugar I won't end up anywhere good without you... I need your love too When I live a sparse existence, I'll drop down in the fold Lean in to an urgent falter, spin silence into gold I run it like the crop of kismet, I run it like a dilettante I run it like I'm happy, baby, like I got everything I want If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe I'll fill myself back up like I used to do And if my bones are made of delicate sugar I won't end up anywhere good without you I won't end up anywhere good without you... I need your love too And the lilacs drank the water And the lilacs drank the water And the lilacs drank the water...

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