Because the sun is hiding in its lovers bed
I will join these broken men to seek refuge
in the bottom of green bottles
I will make this radio a time machine
and sneak away to worlds not broken in tears.
because the moon moans in mourning
I will brood on melodies yet unsung
for to proclaim and sing i do long
But the melodies have hidden in my throat defying my bidding.
Because the words have parted with me
I will drown in the name of a mute
Because my mouth has no angels
My heaven wears the semblance of hells.