Filigree & Shadow

Here I am believin' words again
Here I am tryin' to find your love again
Here I am down on my knees again
Prayin' for a love that we used to know
Both of us know how hard it is to love and let it go
Both of us know how hard it is to go on living that way
When so few understand what it means to fall in love
And so few know how hard it is to live without it
Lord I must have been blind, oh, I must have been blind
Lord, I must have been blind

Ah, to hold something real, and not believe it
To live in her life, and never trust it
To give all you know and never feel it
To hold back each day until it dies away
Both of us know how hard it is to love and let it go
And both of us know how hard it is to go on living that way
When so few understand what it means to fall in love
And so few know how hard it is to live without it
Lord, I must have been blind, I must have been blind
Lord, I must have been blind, Yes, I must have been blind

And all I see is little dots
Some are smeared and some are spots
Feels like a murder but that's alright
Somebody said there's too much light
Pull down the shade and it's alright
It'll be over in a minute or two.
I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity
The boys are making a big mess
This makes the girls all start to laugh
I don't know what they're talking about
The boys are worried, the girls are shocked
They pick the sound and let it drop
Nobody know what they're talking about
I'm charged up...I'm kinda wooden
I'm barely moving...I study motion
I study myself...I fooled myself
I'm charged up...It's pretty intense.
I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity.

The jeweler
Has a shop
On the corner of the boulevard
In the night,
In small spectacles,
He polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes

He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

The coins are often very old
By the time they reach the jeweler
With his hands and ashes
He will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars
So he just smiles

He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

In the darkest of the night
Both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully
And the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces
The thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets he sometimes cries

He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

In the valley where the moons and lovers play
Live two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare
Stranger children you have never seen
Brothers of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they kept the fires burning there
In a golden vessel and silver vase
Kept them burning in the strange enchanted place
Kept them burning to the sky
For they knew someday the sun would die

I've gathered all my lifetime memories of you
My lusty sentiments that made life seem true
I'm rather selfish and I mean to be unkind
And you can't imagine what it does to me inside

But where am I, I want to die
I want to live, I want to die

If I were someone I would like to be a fool
No one would know me, and I think that would be cool
I'd paint a picture of my life upon your wall
And use the colors that have made life seem small

But where am I, I want to die
I want to live, I want to die

But you've got a way of understanding me
And I just call it one of your mysteries
But you know you've got to stay close to me, close to me

But where am I, I want to die
But where am I, I want to die
I want to die, I want to give
I want to die, die die die die, die die die die