Tilly And The Wall

i was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
i cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove
which tagged me a naive son
so the fortunate kids, yeah, they left on the lights
and they stuck up their noses and started some fights
their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands
while my father was slaving, my mother explained it
sometimes that's just how it is
so my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy
finally held up her fist said i'm done being coy
and the neighborhood, bored, started buzzing with joy
we finally have front page news
although it was sad, i couldn't help but laugh
such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat
so i laid on my back, let the punk records spin
and the sloppy guitar it was shooting out stars
and it all went to my heart
yeah some rainbows in the dark
so i called out danger, my friends, and some strangers
they stumbled and wavered but caught me a savior
they slipped me the blood and the whole of the body
but i didn't feel their change
then i met a mand with a fist for a hand
held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in
some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed
the gift of a fat-lipped grin
now they're drilling my teeth while i'm soiling sheets
with my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings
and even when truth doesn't help with the sting
out of low numbers, some harsh looking-colour
you pull immaculate change
no need for a thousand cranes
so i thank the city, the lives that it's spinning
the friends that i have and the shoes we're not shining
the drunk horns so violent all spitting out sounds
of the colors so vibrant, the colors so loud
the newly-born crying, realizing what life is
the eyes of my grandfather right before dying
the see-saw of all with its rickety balance
the feeling of coming, the feeling of going
the mother, the child, the tame, and the wild
the spraypainting minor to the gold leaf attired
the crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake
oh, i finally feel it, the stitching of beautiful seams
sometimes you just can't hold back the river