Daggy Man The Grief
Wrap a ring around you like a tender arm
Glow the heaviness of some alarm
Addict on the brink, fingering the dishwater
Staring at the sink, did I miss the change?
Ripple in the drip water, did I leave my things?
Crippled in the last quarter, I outrun the thing
Memory wound
Like a ring stain bruise
On the arm of someone new
Understanding I don't know
I never had the gall to give it all to hope
Shadow of the stooge cradled in a dark corner
Is it me or you standing in the room?
Did I make a run for it? Did I leave my things?
Did I make a run for it? Can't remembering
Answer I know
In the ink-stained glow
And the charm of evenings wrote
Understanding I don't know
I never had the gall to give it
I never had the gall to give it all to hope
I surf the grief
Riding on the small wind of
Hope tomorrow brings
Lovely everythings
Understanding I don't know
I never had the gall to give it
I never had
I never had the gall to give it all...
