Lyrics
No one knows you quite the way that I do
No one owes me, not especially you
So find a river and deliver my remains to it soon
This I request of you
Said a person that I knew from my sleep
"Savage, I'm free, but I ain't cheap"
The thing you ache with has a function, either beat it or bleed
What could I say to them
Man on fire, and he's heading for Throop
Watched him burning as I sat on my stoop
A couple seconds felt like hours 'til I finally moved
To beat the flames from him
Most religion is as far from faith
As the sun is from the shadows it shapes
Well I can hardly say for certain if I'm trapped or escaped
When I'm away from you
When the summer draws the bugs in the house
And an acquaintance takes the form of a spouse
I need you wildly, as the bluejay needs a tune it can sing
Into the afternoon
Like my mother she reminds
With the ashes on her head
Dancing drunkly to the radio as she welcomes back the dead
Twenty hours and I'm twelve in the hole
With thoughts of lightning as a beautiful doll
Across the island they are floating slow in luminous bulbs
Inviting me to cross
Started drinking to meet strangers and folks
Who'd listen to me, who'd nod when I spoke
But these days when I'm thirsty I don't mind staying home
Drinking away the blues
Started smoking to keep up with my friends
I learned to love the feeling when I'm breathing it in
But I'm a lonely lighthouse shining by the sea on a cliff
Dragging in solitude
Of all the pieces I've combined
Still the cruelest mixture yet
Is the softness of a thawing dawn
And the hardness of regret
Written by: A. Savage