In Too Deep

Good god with a thick stroke of the brush The evening sky gets a crimson blush I rolled downhill got some time to kill Whistling with the jingle of the leaves Like the chord in a though seam my soul was strung Waiting for a hand that's skilled And young to make it howl Make it come undone I turn my will away from the city core Trot towards it's gritty shore Rattling the freight of park benches Mistaken for angels Past the neon cross the neo-lost Ransack their pockets for a light Poems recited into earliness There is a man in horror banging on his chest Drifting on a floe that's broken off the rest And that stroke of paint I was talking about before is Drying up and getting porous In too deep I'm in too deep And I can't get out no more The absence signs from a lantern Falling right through rivers internal Lanterns themselves Like a marbled holiday Covers up to mask the picture underneath Perfect tones mixed up messily Loaded on a knife and thrown Into the big room So full of birds and dust And stone throwing thrusts Fire the big old furnace Baby fire until it bursts And the man Yes the single man watching from afar Is nowhere close to what the score is He's In too deep I'm in too deep And I can't get out no more I'm in too deep And I can't get out no more I'm in too deep And I can't get out no more