A blind man looks out through your eye,
He hears the color of your sigh
Tastes a laugh upon your thigh, then roars
Oh, let's be clear, my sighing balladeer
I want nothing more than
You to hear me now
There's red iron in the sliding clay,
It stains our knees and turns away
The blood-lusty angels looking to rumble in town
Oh, let me be clear, my sliding bombardier
I want nothing more than
You to find me now
Here's how I'm leaning, word for word,
No matter what you think you've heard:
When I say, bird, I mean a bird, no less and not more
Oh, let it be clear, my leaning auctioneer:
I want nothing more than
You to raise me now
I'm thirsting after righteous gloom
With daylight streaming in this room;
And the loss of love one day soon may bear me out and away
But let's be clear, my streaming volunteer
I want nothing more than
You to see me now
But let's be clear, my streaming volunteer
I want nothing more than
You to hear me now
- :
- Invisible Hour
- Reverie
- Blood From Stars
- Scar
- Miscellaneous
- Fuse
- Civilians
- Tiny Voices
- Anti Winter/11 - Sampler
- Raise Your Voice!
- Invisible Hour (Bonus Track Version)
- Grave Angels / Lead Me On - Single
- Kindness of the World
- 107.1 KGSR Broadcasts, Volume 7
- KFOG: Live From The Archives 6
- Hear Music, Volume 6: I See Tonight
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 94: July 2001
- Scar (Bonus Track Version)