Lyrics

What would I do if I could not fail Fashioned crudely from an outside force Chandeliers and a gauzy post Moving forms of a passing ghost Through the window of a month war Summer breathing at my open door Empty bottles and a rising stair Spiral up into the endless air I have painted exactly as I wanted I have my cardboard dagger ready I have walked on sidewalks cast with wings Carry mirrors in my pockets What would I dream if I could not sleep Giving birth to a thousand cities Beyond the gate in a garden path Breathing fluid in the afternoon What suffers now can never be put down What never feels can never show concеrn The predetеrmined are the unrestored The overburdened and the underscored I have painted exactly as I wanted I have my cardboard dagger ready I have walked on sidewalks cast with wings Carry mirrors in my pockets What would I do if I could not fail Fashioned crudely from an outside force What would I dream if I could not sleep Giving birth to a thousand cities