The Hopes And Dreams Of Heaven's 10,000 Whores

When i spend too much time alone, i get afraid

Afraid that you're gonna leave me breathing

Afraid of what they'd throw in the way

In the way of something simple like leaving



"forgive me if you can," said the sad cashier

"for the dollars and cents our love has become.

I didn't sell you anything my dear

You were a scarecrow looking for a bonfire to sleep on."



"believe me if you can," said the pile of bones

"i think that this is all there is left to see.

Just waiting for my perscription to come