Razor Through the Shell

I wanna be your Ricky Fitts

I wanna make you a non-believer

blow out the candle of your youth at last

there is a moon in your mother's eyes

reflecting light from a bright beginning

but paling in the wake of troubled days

I wanna run a razor through the shell

the chrysalis of a life imagined

as wingless in the corner of a room

they drove a needle through his breathless lips

they stitched them shut but I can still hear his voice

in moments when all time is ground to dust

in an alternative stream of time

he's still alive I was only dreaming

and everything I wanted to say was said

you can't forgive her

you won't forgive yourself

look at each other

three broken golden bells

put away all of

her ancient childhood spells

reach out and touch her

it's not a dream you know

she won't always be there

only forgiveness

only forgiveness

only forgiveness

tonight

out of the dark

the light