Tourniquet (For Luck)

Face up in the dirt

Soaked through

Your head runs skelter

You're holier than God

Shiver when you sing

"I don't feel right

Come to think, I can't feel much"

Now your harp strums all out of order

You are a death march, my procession tune

A cascade of black balloons

Can't chase it down with miracle water

To rid the taste of your name

Numb, or just calm?

Who's to say?

Numb, or just calm?

I'll wear your tourniquet for luck

When you bleed me like a faucet

I feel loved

I feel loved

And now your harp strums all out of order

You are a death march, my procession tune

A cascade of black balloons

I'm falling steadfast, headed for slaughter

My heart pinned to your puritan collar

For you

And you

Nothingness all the time, lover

I need to feel

Nothingness all the time, lover

Now let me be here

Nothingness all the time, lover

I need to feel

Nothingness all the time, lover

Now let me be here

Nothingness all the time, lover

I need to feel