Evangelista The Blue Room
Where will you go now that you're alone? I'll dig a
hole bury
some bones. What will you do when it just burns? I'll
figure
somethin new to learn. What will you see when his face
fades
away? I'll se his things I'll see his grave.
Stay inside my hands aren't fit to pray today. Willing
but unable
to come out and play. This is something pouring thru
me. I close
my eyes you come right to me.
Shall I fold you under and under again so that you are
so tiny
that no one can see? And it'll be alright for me to
carry you
around with me. Shall I fold you like a dead poem and
put you
in a teacup with a crack and the broke off handle that
I can't
throw away? But I can't drink either cuz it's all
busted up and
spilling down.
Spilling down my hands aren't fit to pray today.
Willing but unable
to come out and play. This is something pouring thru
me. I close
my eyes you come right to me.
