John K. Samson Slips And Tangles
Neon lights and slinking purple skies
Squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives
And I greet another door that opens in
To that place that we repeatedly begin
I'm tangled up in tries
Slipping on I wonder why
I face affection not embrace
Another urban wasteland thick with fears
I see lights that shine like frozen television tears
Or dying embers of another day
Please tell me what it is I want to say
I'm tangled up in tries
Slipping on I wonder why
I face affection not embrace
