Halos Tinman And The Lion
"Do you still believe in beauty?" Well, I lost my faith in honesty when I learned in hell that lies can get you free. My fist could crack your lips. My lips would break your lisp, and we'd have the scars to prove it.
"Write a song for me." Why of course, they'll fill a bag, but the words, dear, won't come cheap. They'll take my soul and a heart attack...
"So, get out there boy, just keep your nose clean, and don't forget where your walking stick leans in case you have to leave in a hurry, but I won't wait at home sick with worry..."
Would you watch me go and die?
"...but I'm not worried because you always land on top."
I'm not what you used to love; I think you should go. "But I still can't get enough..." I think you should go.
Save everything I know that makes you who you are, and make it all something and someone happy. I'm so undeserving and low it makes me sick. With all the nasty deeds and dirty secrets; the rips we tried to fix.
Last night I dreamed of daisies pushing through the weeds, and I was finally moved. So, I left to search a voice that was calling out to me, but I'd lied. It wasn't you.
