Broke Sun Fixed

Think it best if I quit singin� songs I know you don�t wanna hear
And songs that it pains me to write
And words draw blood
But it�s ok, yeah I feel great
And in a dream you were an opiate
Think these lines been bendin� you wi guilt
Guilt that you can�t tolerate
Till resentments all you feel for me
An no, it�s all ok, an I feel fine
And in dreams you let me hold you sometimes
This morning sleepin�, in dreams I�m wishin�
That the bed might swallow me - and the broken sun
Burnin�, I�m wakin�, the night was fixin�
To bathe the sky in pristine moonlight waters
An in visions I saw Dublin weep in awe of you
Like I still weep in awe of you
Jonathan came home on Thursday night, he�d spent six months with the Lord
Learnin� all bout how the love he had cut Jesus to the bone
And now he sees
That a dream is all he wants to be
Spent my birthday talking to a hooker, yeah she helped me write this song
Outside a city-centre bar
An� neon dancing in the cracks beneath our feet
An� a ten-quid kiss off Donegal Street
Someone was whistling a song found shivering
Wrapped up in blankets, left abandoned by a burnt-out factory
A song written for you, another lovelorn verse or two
Alive wi� screamin� longing, an your smile as towerin� effigy
Ahead and to each side a me
And God in every purple whisper
And still sat watchin� the TV glowin�
Pulsing from cracks inside the walls, an you were bleeding from this wound
I�ve had since early spring, when first I saw how everything
Was stitched from strands of savage purple light
And yeah, the world held up on strings
Manipulated by the hands I hold when sleep can find me