A Little Breath

Why do I wanna walk out in the nighttime?
Why do I wanna walk out in the night?
Why do my bones feel so tired and broken?
Why do I feel everything escaping me?

I used to go out running in the nighttime.
I used to run right up those moonlight beams.
I used to outrun all my wrong decisions.
I used to run until the hills crumbled down.

I believe in everything, my sweet one.
I believe in everything you’ve said to me.
I believe it’s time to rethink better places.
I believe everything is where it should be.

Is love worth everyone going hungry?
Does that death justify the means?
Do you do believe in anything, baby?
It’s a subtle miracle, a little breath, a little being.

A Little Breath

The Force of the State

A constant parade of names
come into your head
when you’re not sleeping well.
Someone told me these things
happen for a thousand reasons.
But we say “a thousand reasons”
to make it easier to accept
that we don’t know anything
about anything.
We don't know the reasons.
We don’t know
why we crossed that bridge.
We don’t know the other side.
But if you want to know,
really know a reason,
know it’s you, it’s me.
It’s them, it’s us.
It’s black, it’s white.
It’s good, it’s bad.
It’s back and forth
all the time.
It's an endless day.
Oh, it's an endless night.
Something in me
wants to rend
your mythology.
Something in me
wants to tear you apart.
The Force of the State

The Problems You’re Stuck With

We were that naive.

People dying, people falling in love

at an unbelievable pace.

The notes move close together.

There is no space

for melody to arise.

Ishvara is lower than Buddha, right? Right.

Whatever matters at all?

It won’t last because it never ends.

This time, you’re leaving me tonight.

You’re gonna drop the bomb.

This time you’re giving me tonight

reminds me that in Heaven

there is no temple.

The whole world is

the sound of the bell.

We’re taking licks like Jesus.

Oh goddamnit, someone had to go first.

The Problems You’re Stuck With

Queens of

We are the queens of the hills.
We are lonely inhabitants.
There’re no limits to this world.
Is your mind running?
Are you only fooling around?
There’re no limits to this world.
I wrote a song about song about you.
Let me sing it to you:
“I heard it first on the radio:
‘Why do you treat me so hard?
I'm all right, I feel alright
I'm all right, but what I can't see
Are these hands touching your face’
I listened to dignity fade
As the lyrics stripped it down:
‘This love is not a tombstone
This love is not a way home
This love throws like tornados
Still half the world sleeps alone’”
Queens of