3-23-07

the politics of nature
with its fine glove
on the guilty hand
it`s the way it is and was

everything you don't know
turns into a revelation
everything you own
ownership of a stranger

CHORUS
and i remember when
driving down the road
next to angels and posters
wanting, wanting, wanting more
and i remember when
it was sure to fade away
next to angels and monsters
wanting, wanting, wanting more


an apprentice to a master
nor a saint in chapel
there shall be no shadow
where shines no light