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Better Than This

i have long been lying
though it was not by choice
long i have engaged your lives
and hoped to hear a voice
but we’re building community on music and drink
and if no one gets lucky, we never have to think

(chorus)
cause luxury peril sets in
into our bones through our skin
and we’d rather sleep that admit
it could get better than this

you can’t know by my eyes
and I’d rather not explain
but two years ago I died
and then woke up again
and if I had the sympathy of a label or a bass
the simple love i learned you wouldn’t dare waste

but luxury peril sets in
into our bones through our skin
and we’d rather sleep that admit
it could get better than this

if you want to cry your wedding ring to sleep
if you only want a body and a piercing clear drink
if you want a lover who cannot love you back
you’ll lay with your pity for a long winter’s nap

if I said it louder
and pretended not to care
would you speak some truth?
or simply stop right there
it’s such a flood here when it’s not bone dry
blessed be the man unafraid to ask why

luxury peril sets in
into our bones through our skin
and you’d rather sleep that admit
it could get better than this

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A Place To Lay A Head

A place to lay a head
Where pictures rest on walls
And if you need a raincoat
There’s always one in the hall

The beast folds round his masters feet
The kitchen smells of gold
Teacups on the front lawn
A warmer hand to hold

Orange glow the logs
As they settle to the stone
The bay window’s quiet
If you need to be alone

Jazzy music on the stereo
That activates a smile
Light through the stained glass
Reveal intimate style

Upstairs lie pillows
That fills up every bed
Here you never worry
About silly things you’ve said

Just a place to lay a head
Where pictures rest on walls
And if you need a raincoat
There’s always one in the hall

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