Raven

Half-drunk coffee in my hand, raven on my back I'll never be forgiven in my own heart and in my head, panic attack It ain't here yet, but I feel it coming on This is the calm before the storm, before the calm Before the storm, before the calm Sometimes, I like to jumble up the words Until whatever meaning they had becomes obscure, holy and pure I'll never be forgiven in my own heart, of that I'm sure Turn the ignition, feel the baby purr, mm-hmm-mm Bought it at an auction somewhere a few years back Could hardly afford it, but everything became about that black Cadillac It was like an omen or a dream, the purest song I could feel the weight lifting, see it dissolve, completely gone I ain't there yet, but I feel it coming off Fake it to make it, gotta be weak before you're strong Dusk on the highway, wind humming a song Can't make out the words yet, but I'm trying to sing along (Oh-oh-oh) I'll never be forgiven for all I've done wrong In my own heart, in my own heart All I've done wrong, all I've done wrong I wanna see you, be a better friend I will never be forgiven in my own heart If I can't have your heart to tend to Took a picture of a cardinal sitting on the other fence It flew away before I got there But I can still see her red fragments Traces of the wings in my own mind, in my own head On the tip of my tongue in the forever falling avalanches Caskets and memory in the prison moment I somehow always put it away Put it away in my pocket For some other dark night or day I need it for Beautiful bright streaks of red paint Holy and pure, I'll never be But I can hold both things in this way In my mind, my heart, shoulders and teeth Multitudes of a spirit, so many things Free-falling, floating, calling, soft silences Darkness and light defeat and fight blindness and sight Black raven eyes, black raven eyes You in twilight