Each glowing sign a kind of minor deity

Trying hard to eek its place in make believe

The only God or ghost that brought us close to any kind of credence

And let that unnatural fire all carve its own way into me

Haley

Haley

And every day The record breaks

The bleeding edge of history

It searches for no dove or covenant

Breaks everything it tries to heal I

Hold what hearty fruits the winter dirt returned to me

Are we being brave or just acting this way Haley

Haley

Haley

She breaks the Windows, rains from high and pours herself there in to me

And in the morning I am walking by myself into the street

Scar tissue shooting stars and bloody palms and ragged knees

And I'm not coming back to the hospital this week

But I will wear you on my skin always Haley

Haley

Haley