if i saw some silence i could maybe let me go
to lose these childlike ledgers
to leave a larger angel in the dry and dirty snow
the trigger pulls my finger close
the searing lead and the warmth of the cold steel
at the murder of my conscience
the light of day is the last thing i feel
the one thing i want
to be here with you
it's the only thing i want
a place to call home
i'm headed west with boston's dreams upon my chest
with helen's sea before me
life is still shy of meaningless
and hide and seek is played
when love is blind and i am lame
but will that blindness hide
the hate of my love from the eyes of the sage
the one thing i want
to be here with you
it's the only thing i want
a place to call home
