Para

I hold your wrist

You bite your lip

The push becomes an embrace

I touch your face

You close your eyes

The embrace becomes a shove

I walk away

You follow too close

The shove takes hold

And there's no where to go

Take it down

Take it all the way

Take it down

Take it all the way down below the waterline

I see you now

Through a glass wall

All that is you stays with you

All that is me stays with me

But we see it all

We feel it all

And there is no place we can't go

Take it down

Take it all the way

Take it down

Take it all the way down below the waterline

Calexico

Maybe On Monday

Woke up on Monday and wrote you a love song, wrote you a love song

Well the pen stopped and the paper flew out the window

And the notes rang down the road

I dont know where theyll go get caught in the trees I suppose

Ripped apart by the birds and the winter winds whisper good bye to your love

Went out walking into the storm, into the storm

Followed what I thought was your voice but it was just the riverside

I dont know where theyll go but I cast the letters you wrote

Taken out by the current or sink to the bottom to say a little goodbye to your love

Skies dark and the wind blew the trees down

I watched as the world slipped away

Carved into the bark a final love song

Then I carried the words to the fire

Staring into the glow where the branches are burning low

Sparks shooting out like stars and in the morning say a little goodbye to your love

Ill carry this song with me everyday til I lie down by your side

Calexico

Black heart

 

spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low

wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart

can't find no poison, now I've got no cure

(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin

Payne county line

watching unjust claims

one man's righteousness is another man's

long haul, sentence carried out

long haul, counting the miles

to the four corners of the world

 

spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked

apparitions worth their weight in gold

scratched in metal, name erodes away

hands are scarred, heart is charred

burnt though, and ashen

 

trip on fence post line

sifting through the remains

one man's close pursuit is another man's

last chance, make it through the divide

last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this

black heart, sweeping over the land

black heart, crawling its way

to the four corners of the world

Calexico