Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokenness.
Of all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love on.
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided.
I'm the outright abandon of this orphan child.
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace.
I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse.
And to wake up half empty
Only to be filled again with mourning.
He's my evil shadow dove,
my black Palamito.
Can't break him like a diamond skull,
I can't seem to do so.
Can't just rob him out like the
Mob used to do so.
Like memories of porno and tearstains
And tobacco, O it's a mini disastro.
Bigger than the ice age, don't know if baby dinosaurs
maybe could live through it, like Indians and butterflies.
What's crushed is my spirit, oh I fear it is too fragile.
Like fall leaves burn like paper.
I always knew I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals.
Spend all my time amongst the animals.
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea.
To be amongst the animals.
