Once I saw a woman cry
in the sky.
So maybe sleeping in the
rain has done some good,
but I'd rather be the water
or something that flies.
Now she folds my clothes
and sets them
on the bed.
I dreamed a horse
ran over me last night and
the grass was
So she gives me her
power, but I've tasted my
own. I want it. It's
And I want to
heal, but I love my
disease and maybe we'll
meet again some time.