Think it best if I quit singin' songs I know you don't wanna hear
And songs that it pains me to write
And words draw blood
But it's ok, yeah I feel great
And in a dream you were an opiate
Think these lines been bendin' you wi guilt
Guilt that you can't tolerate
Till resentments all you feel for me
An no, it's all ok, an I feel fine
And in dreams you let me hold you sometimes
This morning sleepin', in dreams I'm wishin'
That the bed might swallow me - and the broken sun
Burnin', I'm wakin', the night was fixin'
To bathe the sky in pristine moonlight waters
An in visions I saw Dublin weep in awe of you
Like I still weep in awe of you
Jonathan came home on Thursday night, he'd spent six months with the Lord
Learnin' all bout how the love he had cut Jesus to the bone
And now he sees
That a dream is all he wants to be
Spent my birthday talking to a hooker, yeah she helped me write this song
Outside a city-centre bar
An' neon dancing in the cracks beneath our feet
An' a ten-quid kiss off Donegal Street
Someone was whistling a song found shivering
Wrapped up in blankets, left abandoned by a burnt-out factory
A song written for you, another lovelorn verse or two
Alive wi' screamin' longing, an your smile as towerin' effigy
Ahead and to each side a me
And God in every purple whisper
And still sat watchin' the TV glowin'
Pulsing from cracks inside the walls, an you were bleeding from this wound
I've had since early spring, when first I saw how everything
Was stitched from strands of savage purple light
And yeah, the world held up on strings
Manipulated by the hands I hold when sleep can find me