Come to me, peace of mind, come
You're buried treasure under the streets
You're not whiskey breathe, or cigarettes
You're nowhere to be seen
Your fascination is a tragic tale
A thousand colors but all shades of grey
Diving in, up to your nose again
There's nothing more to contemplate
Lemon scented dust on your desk
You know you once were queen
Your cobwebs, looming again
Your majesty remains to be seen
Here I am, so angry and mean
The man in me is gasoline
Summer days, I melt away
In the pages of a magazine
I've got a rifle arched down where I may blow a hole
And in I lay some seeds
There's no bayonet, I've got no cause for it
I'm only seeking peace
I'm painting up my ghostly soul
I let the world burn it still
The ocean in my heart, its tide has come apart
The man I've been has been ripped within
placed away on the windowsill
